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2016/9/7
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? "A group of play with friends" and 2016/9/7
one,
? Yesterday Wu Gang sprinkled immortal wine,
Coincidentally, Fenglin took a bite.
?God praises misleading, exaggerates and predestined relationship,
Laughing so that the fairies nodded wildly.
two,
Doodling at leisure,
Poor pen and paper are at my disposal.
The picture of white clouds wrapped in the mind,
Post a few big characters.
three,
?Life is like a dream,
In the dream, you make fun of me.
It is a blessing to live in confusion,
After waking up, you are sad and I am desolate.
Four,
Half sober and half drunk,
How many rounds can life have?
Enjoy the scenery in your dreams,
Regardless of whether he is right or wrong.
five,
? The smoke and flowers float in the world and thousands of people,
Where is the world free from dust?
? The Bodhi mind rises from the sky,
Agarwood feels like a maze.
(Pingshui Yun Shangping Shizhen)
six,
The flowers bloom in a holy and muddy home, and have no intention of being greedy for the world and glitzy.
Even though the lotus heart is suffering in every way, a petal of dull fragrance is sent to the end of the world.
seven,
May wish to have one,
A pot of orchids to comfort you.
There is also a quantity of flower souls,
It will definitely help it look good.
eight,
On the stone, the chime is knocked,
The boat sails on the water and plays the piano.
Deer Yo Pine and Cypress Dance,
Wind kiss thrush sound.
Nine,
Don't delay the great cause with ignorance,
Returning to the old age does not require medical treatment.
Stirring the world of mortals, people are like ants,
Overturning the green valley grass is like smoke.
ten,
A little shy towards Zhang Muxi,
The emerald sword depends on each other, and the powder is soft.
A pulse of books adds to the comfort,
Attracted Shuang Yanyong to look back.
eleven,
Cliffs and cliffs against the rain and wind,
The sound of the waves and the piano caress the fairy boy.
The world only knows about pine needles,
Who sees the tender fruit red in spring. (Remember the site URL:
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