s visit with the North Buddha hall lonesome Buddhist monk
Poet: Lu Guimeng
Wind on the house floor, static and lifeless, Phi brush Shuanghua visit Dowling. Migratory birds in the cold shadow branches move,
People by the ancient battlements of deep meditation. Ming Wun-step fashion block, middle of the night still chasing Whitehead Yin.
Needless to say the sea gulls partner, the mechanics do not work more down the heart of gold. |
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