Don't hear, don't read, don't want, don't read, don't love

There were times when I dreamed that I had no intention of writing poetry, the afterglow of the setting sun turned into a madness; fireworks flew all over the sky, and when I was a few years old, I seemed to be fascinated by the prosperity of this world. I thought that when I was young, I could be unscrupulous, able to fly, and look down on the world. The previous life; who is the foreshadowing of this life? In a short while, the glass shattered, and love, hatred and hatred were all over the floor; such a life; who predicted the next life? How can there be a long sigh on the bridge? Although the eyes move, The tenderness is difficult to break, and in the end, the soul forgets the soup and cannot escape, and the past is also drunk.

Half a generation of dust, immersed in the infatuation and resentment of many fleeting years; a nostalgic note, light and easy to write, whose face is old? There is nothing in the world. Where does it produce dust? The body is like a bodhi tree, and the mind is like a mirror. Wipe frequently to avoid dust. Travel through the tunnel of time and space and sort out the red dust. A thousand years ago, who left a bodhi seed in the depths of prosperity? After a thousand years, who will wait quietly under the bodhi tree, waiting for another bodhi tree to wither in the world?

I don't want to ask for a long time and regret it for a long time. After a season of dyeing, everything follows fate. We meet at the beginning of the year and leave at the end of the year. How many people in the world can love and be happy? You and I are both mortals, and there will eventually be mortals' grief. Wandering in the wandering world, green past events appeared one after another, but no one left a self-pity wound. I am not a prodigal son. Things are changing, but I've always thought of myself as an amorous person. I think, in every corner, there will be an unexpected encounter, with the wind and flowers, with the snow and the moon.

Loulan, sit for a while, wait for the sound of my piano to fall, smile and shake the feather fan, waiting for you to greet me. Put down Li Shang, hold a person's jade hand, and accompany the world. Who wants to stay together? Liu Guang wants to try and always wants to do something. Reach out and touch the edges and corners of time. Pain in your fingertips. I don't want to take a closer look, maybe because of mixed feelings; maybe my thoughts are complicated, but no one wants to prune me. Sigh, prosperity lasts three thousand years, and Bodhi is one thousand years. Things are different from people, and fate will gather and disperse.

The night is getting deeper and deeper. Maybe I'm tired, tired. I want to sleep with the curtain of dreams. I lit a stick of incense in the corner by myself and watched the smoke curling up. I have always believed in the past life, but I do not believe that fate is inevitable. I just want to pray silently in the depths of time and find a happy life with a little piety. Stopped by the Wangchuan River, the twilight is light, the orange light is soft, kissing the flowers on the other side. Fragrant sleeves, soft over running water, may you meet me here. However, ah, it is already late at night, the geese are calling for their companions, and the setting sun is cool.

Looking up at the dusk, I saw a lone geese. The lone geese took the cloud's notes. Who wrote all the feelings on the note? Close your eyes gently, the gentle movement in front of you is still your youthful face, and the words in your head are still engraved in my mind. This life is bound to be long. What's wrong with looking for you? It's like turning around and seeing you again, with graceful posture and graceful steps, walking towards me with a smile. I want to be close to you, but you are far away, far away, and finally disappeared. This is an inexplicable prophecy. In this life, I have experienced mist and dust.

The pursuit that never lets go, the hope that never changes, makes me staggered and confused, and I always want to move forward slowly. Inadvertently, I met a few quaint Loulan and drank a few sips of tea. Although the road is not over, but in the dim light, I did not get lost. In the mountains and rivers, can we all be proud of the heroes, leisurely and contented? I don't know, and I can't guess. Of course, my calm is right. It must make people less worldly, more joyful, and make everything empty.

I don't want to speculate any more. The past is gone. I just want the years to be quiet and beautiful. With Yunshui Zen, I can be at peace... Bodhi has flourished for thousands of years, and fireworks are everywhere. Once upon a time, I seemed fascinated by the prosperity of this world. Thinking that young, can be unscrupulous, can pull off a youthful youth, and disdain the world. He always thinks of himself