Just like Hanshan Temple Author: Wang Hualiang (I) The river water flows out from the bone marrow of early winter. The cold yellow leaves soaking the mountain on the sunset. The falling and disturbs the heart. Some colorful butterflies are ready to become immortals. Apologeticall

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Just like Hanshan Temple Author: Wang Hualiang (I) The river water flows out from the bone marrow of early winter. The cold yellow leaves soaking the mountain on the sunset. The falling and disturbs the heart. Some colorful butterflies are ready to become immortals. Apologeticall - DayDayNews

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

Just like Hanshan Temple Author: Wang Hualiang (I) The river water flows out from the bone marrow of early winter. The cold yellow leaves soaking the mountain on the sunset. The falling and disturbs the heart. Some colorful butterflies are ready to become immortals. Apologeticall - DayDayNews

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Frost wind, beating the exhausted ginkgo leaves

set sun, slantingly shining on the haggard heart

html l0The lonely boat is leisurely

I can't understand the sorrow of a river

The thousand-year-old Wu Ti

Crying across the shore Cangshan

Dongpo My pen

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

html ml0Just like Hanshan Temple Author: Wang Hualiang (I) The river water flows out from the bone marrow of early winter. The cold yellow leaves soaking the mountain on the sunset. The falling and disturbs the heart. Some colorful butterflies are ready to become immortals. Apologeticall - DayDayNews

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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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