The lonely pillow is hard to sleep and the spirit is tired, and the ambitions are not fulfilled. I used to be infatuated as an orchestra, but I was worried and tried my best to lock in the cold smoke. The mood is chaotic, the mountain road is far away, and the children are in love with meditation. A few strands of black hair are seen day and night, and thousands of lingering hearts are connected.
Who thinks of the sky with the wind in the west, the sky is blue, and the leaves are gone and the sky is gone. The wind blows colorful clouds without obsession, and the floating clouds float thousands of miles away from the orchids in the sky. The string has been broken, and the world is resentful, why bother playing it with piety? The three realms of tranquility cannot bear to see, so they jump out of the five elements to observe themselves.
The river is filled with water, and the willows in the embankment are swaying in the clear lotus. I once sighed because of the ups and downs, but I also felt that there was no way to go. Diligent inspection, honor and disgrace are delayed, and only the shadow is still joyful and joyful. Sitting alone in the leisure pavilion, drunk and lingering, recalling the past, farewell to each other.
I don’t know the cold and cold in my drunkenness, and my heart is speechless in my dream. Hundreds of thousands of thoughts and thousands of thoughts, and thousands of threads of love lean on the railing. The boat is free, the heart is at ease, and the waves are free and free. The six desires are like owing each other, and the seven emotions are calm and lonely.
I have spare time to walk half of the paper and whisper the fragrant tea. I pray for dreams several times in life, and the song of lovesickness is all due to fate. People are prone to tiredness, clouds and mountains are lustful, and the sound of the drizzle and the sound of the stream is drizzling and flowers are gone. The autumn thoughts of the blue clouds in thousands of miles, and the water days are always connected.
Ethereal smoke flies across the building railings, hazy fog locks in the dream and soul. The window is cold and the north dipper is cold and the west building does not return. The lakeside of the heart is full of thoughts, and the worries are stained with no reason. Just eat simple food and drink in the cup and plate, enjoy family happiness.
(Meng Guangrui)
