
Just like Hanshan Temple
Author: Wang Hualiang
(I)
River water flows out from the bone marrow of early winter
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Sunset soaked into the mountain
Yellow leaves, falling
Stum of whom is worried
Some colorful butterflies ready to become immortal
Gaze apologetically at the broken wild chrysanthemum
Tang poetry and Song lyrics on bluestone slabs were worn out by the porter's sweat
The dead grass on the ground left a sigh
Early spring February flowers
Already wandering with the wind in the lonely world
My longing
My longing
Lingering in the dark red lonely maple leaves
Your smiling face
Where to wander

(II)
Frost wind, beating the exhausted ginkgo leaves
set sun, slantingly shining on the haggard heart
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The thousand-year-old Wu Ti
Crying across the shore Cangshan
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How to know that a thousand miles of dreams can share the beauty of the moon
months fell, and the cold light shone
shakes the poem of exiled immortals
shakes the broken Yi'an verb
shakes the heart
Whose heart
lingering alone in the ripples
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(three)
The bell is gone, and pieces of frost flowers
Occasional night birds chant
Who is the call from the previous life from the Three Lives Stone
Monk knocks on the door under the moon
is the great compassionate Buddha who saves who is destined to be
destined to be
Don't have love again
Regenerate love again
The old ship ticket cannot be on the way back
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