There are birds in the empty mountains, but people live in white clouds. The gurgling spring is in my heart, and there are fish in the pond.
The wind blows the mountains, and the moon shines. The world of mortals gathers and scatters like a dream, and is deeply sad.
Looking into the distance, I cherish the bright moon. Caress a song, send it remotely, and it is difficult to complain about homesickness.
The wind blows the mountains, and the moon shines. The world of mortals gathers and scatters like a dream, and is deeply sad.
The heart is like a smoke cloud, dancing in the sky with long sleeves, people are thousands of miles away, the soul and dreams are often dependent, and the beauty is empty.
Conan couldn't wake up from his dream, and the ancient mountain forest was empty. Listening to qingquan seems unintentional. Reflects the silence of my long night.
Deep artistic conception between clouds and flowing water
(wish is like a song)
Rolling curtains send spring breeze, embroidered clothes with different colors. The group fan dances lightly on the firefly, and the smile wins the spring.
Burn incense and make guzheng, and sing the dream of Jiangnan. People can know each other at the end of the world, but my heart remains the same.
How much affection and love have vanished. How much sadness and resentment, laugh it off.
The rain stopped at the beginning of last night and the bridge was broken. A canoe leaves the lake, and the gull heron is accompanied by a lonely shadow.
Flowers are silent in the water, and acacia is heavy in the dream. When will you meet me when I say goodbye to you? Maple leaves turn red because of frost.
There is no end to books, and Hongyan should travel far. The spring tide is endless, and the tears are crystal clear.
Love is in the sea of clouds, meaning if orchids are sincere. Youth destroys beauty, where to find traces.
Autumn wind in Wu Ye, amber is thick in the cup. Moonlight is like water and silver, like a dream, where is the home of love.
Love is in the sea of clouds, meaning if orchids are sincere. I can't find a trace of beauty when I am young.
Looking at Nanfeiyan in the distance, the soul returns to Wang Fu Pavilion. Wait until the chrysanthemums are full of flowers, and the cypresses are accompanied by green graves.
The third article
Clouds roll and clouds are comfortable, and people lean on the bar in the moonlight. The gurgling stream is shallow, and the bell of the ancient temple is far away.
Fog wet clothes, insects and fish sleepless. Flowers are confusing at night and still young. What year is tonight?
Looking at Qianshan, opposite my hometown, the bright moonlight. A song, a glass of wine and ecstasy are all forgotten.
The wind is confused and fragrant. The world of mortals is like a dream, and things have changed!
Where is Taoyuan? Water is foggy around Fangdian.
The weeping willows are like smoke, the flowers on the ridges are fragrant, and the world is far away.
Floating dreams and bubbles, such as dew and electricity, should be treated in this way.
Dreams drift away with the flowing water, I don't know whether it is heaven or earth.
The cloud Shu Yun is rolling again, and the moon is in the middle of the water. Lotus leaves in the field are holding green umbrellas, and frogs in the pond are in a mess.
Springs tinkled and ivy covered the windows. Flowers bloom and fall, grass is green and yellow, and time flies.
Birds fly over the cold pool, and people * * *. In Bai Yunbian, the stars accompany the moon, and they play with each other.
The wind is confused and fragrant. The world of mortals is like a dream.
Where is Taoyuan? Water is foggy around Fangdian.
The weeping willows are like smoke, and the flowers on the ridges are fragrant. There is no such thing as heaven and earth.
Floating dreams and bubbles, such as dew and electricity, should be treated this way.
Dreams drift away with the flowing water, I don't know whether it is heaven or earth.
The fourth article (Yu Xiaoyu)
The tide rises and falls, and seagulls fly freely. The breeze brings coolness, and the moonlight reflects the earth.
Flowers everywhere, green trees and bodhi. Life is like the moon in the water, and Zen is hidden in the heart.
Since ancient times, the world has attached great importance to fame and wealth and wasted spiritual energy. They all lamented that the immortal was so carefree and selfish that it was hard to give up.
There are many desires in the world of mortals, and disputes occur from time to time. It is the hardest to find a bosom friend alone in the sinister rivers and lakes.
Listening to the running water is slow and urgent, and watching the clouds is particularly charming. The full moon is absent, and the world is also deductive.
Gains and losses, success or failure, take it lightly, there is no anger and joy in the mood. Night is like water, and water has aura.
The moon is like a round mirror, reflecting poetry, the night is hazy and the world is quiet.
The fifth article (jade beauty)
The fog cage is misty, extremely cold, the night is quiet, the birds are heard, and the red dew is wet.
The moon welcomes flowers and shadows, and the wind sends mud. Meditate on the old love like a dream, only remember the present. Hey!
Heaven and earth are hard to find, and lovesickness cannot be sent. I can't wait to hold the old songs of the lyre.
The strings will be changed, the court will be full of flowers, and there will be no news of the rain.
Listening to the intermittent sound of jade leaking, the past is like electricity.
When is the evening? Lonely in spring, falling flowers sigh.
Look at the blue lanterns flashing on the wall, the red tears dripping, and the grass smoke fans in the depths of Han Xiao.
The pleasure has gone with the running water. Once it is gone, it seems sad to sigh.
Chapter VI (Syracuse)
At night, the wind blows in the mountains and the moonlight shines in the pine forest. Crystal stone gurgles in its streams, clouds and water are empty and Zen.
All the people in the world are passers-by. Fame and fortune are all floating clouds, passing by without a trace.
This heart has entered the Zen gate and no longer loves the world of mortals. I hope to have an afterlife, and then I will continue to sing the pipa.
This heart has no love or hate, so it is better to bear the kindness of a beauty. If we meet again in the afterlife, we won't miss each other.
Deep in the ancient temple of Landeng, I entered an empty door. Looking back, I don't love or hate, and then I return to dust.
Body like a bodhi tree, heart like a mirror platform. The bamboo shadow sweeps the street motionless, and the moon wears water without a trace.
The moonlit night is deep, and the monk comes back to push the mountain gate. The rest of my life is long and there is no one in the world.
The blue lamp is hidden deep in the ancient temple, and it is empty. Looking back, there is no love and hate, and then return to dust.
At night, the wind blows in the mountains and the moonlight shines in the pine forest. Crystal stone gurgles in its streams, clouds and water are empty and Zen.
Lotus dipped in clear water, ripples stacked in the heart. If there are allusions, Bodhi is at ease.
The sunset sang Xia Yan, and the wind messed up the maple leaves. Colorless reveals the essence of the air and permeates the mist.
One night, the snow passed the tip of the branch, and the fallen flowers fell in three and a half minutes. If a blue fallen flower is picked up, it will be buried in the flowers.
When the clouds are gone, the morning bell is at ease. If the heart can be centered, it will penetrate all the dust.
Bodhi should be pollution-free, fish speak clearly, fish and fish only seek peace of mind, ups and downs.
Morning dew to keep out the cold, Xia Hong hides mountains and streams. Half-dyed morning dew, dust-free and smokeless.
Sleep at night, go to the village, idle rainy night, no frogs, the bell of the empty mountain ancient temple rings lightly, spreading to the mountains one after another.
Article 7
It's heartbreaking that Leng Yue is clear of frost, misty and rainy, and Hongyan flies to the clouds.
Under the Naihe Bridge, Violet and Chen Fang, their faces are unique and gaunt, and the wind and rain are cool.
Far Hongqiao, to the sunset, Jinse Dream Butterfly. The moss rolls up the Qingyun account, and the dream is always a dream.
The purple bamboo umbrella turns yellow, the heart has no swan song, and the ripples go to cool Xiaoxiang.
Returning to the wild goose, walking alone in the world, reflecting the moon in the mirror, sunset glow,
Who is right, where to lie drunk, the snow is bleak.
Tears in Chinese songs, hesitation in paintings, when I will be with you. Gone with the wind for a day, the song ended and the moonlight was frosty.
As the sun sets, Hong Fei is alone, the spring red is gone, the tea is cold, and Zhu Qiongxiang is fragrant.
Where can I find a prosperous beauty and be lonely all my life?
Cangzhou Egret, covered in colorful jade, flies in the sky and returns to his hometown drunk.
Who is the drunken mandarin duck? Living in the mist, staring at the sky.
The wind dances and the sun sets, and the earth is eternal. Yu Di ethereal piano.
It is beautiful in several places, with long filaments, 3,000 drops of weak water and dusty wind.
The world is lingering and I miss you endlessly. Why meet in a hurry and then be sad alone?
With beautiful women, tears are still red. Who is Dongfeng with? Sleeping in Jiangnan, dreaming of misty rain, not lonely.
The clouds are sweet, the flowers have fallen, the piano and sword have fallen, and the fragrant fog moon has turned to the corridor.
Picturesque, singing like a screen. It's just a dream of catching butterflies, and it's named after it in ancient times.
However, Suyuan Mountain is long and Yunshan Mountain is strong. Furong smiled at Xiao Shanqing, but only remembered the full cream.
Crimson photos, clear autumn rain, clear respect and sorrow. Qinhuai shore, bright moon first frost, picturesque Yunyang.
The road is flying late, the wind is clear and the clouds are shaking, a pillow is full of dreams, and the sun is setting tonight.
Huadu on the other side of the river is a soul town. How can we find the way to Huangquan Road at that time?
What about the ferry, but the heart is measured, where is Meng Han.
Now it's like meeting for the first time on a snowy night. How can a good dream be shocked and recalled?
Looking around the world, the past has been forgotten, and the mysterious feelings are absolutely heartbreaking.
A few flying flowers, whose family lost jade, a world of mortals, and finally got cold heart.
A leaf in a boat is light, the road is long, and there is no garden to interpret dreams.
The water is clear and the shadow is clear. Looking back on the past, I only remember the frost flowing and the cold moon lumens.
Sing a song and the world of mortals will echo.
Article 8
Hengqin faces an empty mountain, which makes people forget the plane, the wind and flowers are gone, and the clouds are not stained with clothes.
Flower-piercing warbler is not a bird, spring is a fish, the bright moon enters my arms, and the wind knows what I mean.
It is unnecessary to laugh at the generation and failure and look back.
The heart is long and silent, and the white clouds yearn for each other. For whom, I have shed tears, and now the frost is full of silk.
After singing, spring looked at me, and I left relatively speechless and vaguely.
Who am I? . .
Article 9
The mountains are empty, the springs are clear, the flowers are scattered, and the clouds are not stained with clothes.
A long warbler is not a bird, but a babble is a fish. When the moon enters my arms, the wind knows what I mean.
What's tonight for the rushing water? It is unnecessary to look back at this generation and failure.
My heart has been silent for a long time, and the white clouds are reluctant to say goodbye. I have shed tears for him, but now it is covered with frost.
The mountains are boundless, the moon is dull, and the wind sings gently.
As the clouds roll in its heart, the water is vaguely clear, and the relatively clear shadow is speechless.
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Article 10
The empty valley is quiet, the white camp is all night, the falling flowers are fragrant, and the water is leaning on the moon;
The hollow valley smells the flute, and it rains in the starry pool every night. Hold your arm and lie clearly in the sky, blowing the wind and talking.
Reed is deep and vigorous, and it is a fish; Fairy couples wander in the sky and live in white clouds.
The hollow valley smells the flute, and it rains in the starry pool every night. Hold your arm and lie clearly in the sky, blowing the wind and talking.
The soul looks at each other, and the dust dream is blurred. Everyone pays for it and everything is their own.
The stream flows slowly, thousands of miles away. In my dream, I came and went, and I searched for this heart without a trace.
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the profound mood between clouds and flowing water
The sounds of nature, like clouds and water, gently flow through the depths of my heart, ethereal and refreshing.
Clouds depend on each other, and mountains and rivers are companions.
The clothes are fluttering, the clouds are flowing, the rain is flying, and the Ying Ying is smoky. It comes from the pool faintly, and it is dense and open, attacking the clouds and stepping on the fog, scooping water and splashing the moon, clearing the heart and cleaning the dust, and in the mumbling song, it is like a clear spring, washing the heart, and dribs and drabs of thoughts, walking with the clouds and going with the water.
The mountain is empty, who plucks the zither strings under the moon, like the wind singing, like the water humming.
With the touch of a finger, a little silver wire will fall into the pool, such as beads falling from the plate, crisp and elegant.
In an instant, Qian Fan passed.
The breeze blows on your face, Leng Yue is silent, Iraqis lightly dance their sleeves, and endless lovesickness is scattered in a sigh for thousands of years. In an instant, the flowers and shadows are interlaced, the water waves are rippling, and the beautiful scenery turns into smoke marks and water marks, which stings the memories hidden in the water and dies with the flowers.
A faint heart, a faint feeling, as if in a dream, Iraqis have attacked the water and stepped on the moon, pushing the clouds and pushing the fog.
The moon is in the water, the flowers are in the heart of the moon, the moon breaks the pool and the flowers are empty.
The feelings in my heart are condensed into a series of exquisite voices and turned into snowflakes flying all over the sky.
There is laughter in the clouds, and I have no intention of staying. Dream for a thousand years, the wind is drunk.
Listen to Zen, in a poetic environment, quietly look up at the sky and watch the ebb and flow of life.
The soft and crisp song flows slowly, the thread of life gradually becomes soft and relaxed under the infiltration of music, and those scars are also inadvertently healed.
In an instant, my heart is round and transparent, and does not provoke any dust.
In the sky, a song is sung; Humans, keep your voice down.
The setting sun shines on Lin Jing, seagulls accompany Fei Xia, and bamboo rafts play a song, throwing light feelings into mountains and rivers, making friends with water, clouds, forests and mountains. Water clouds and swords, smelling birds and flowers, listening to the tinkling of spring water, enjoying the beauty of the world of mortals, and the green grass and green pools scattered in the afterglow are pitiful.
The moon reflects the Zen mind and the water blows the piano, and the breeze has no intention of being affectionate. Cloud is the dream of water, and water is the emotion of cloud, Zen and the shadow of water.