Mountains and rocks

Mountains and rocks are really small, and bats fly to the temple at dusk.

When I sit on the steps in the hall, the fresh rain is abundant, and the banana leaves are big and the gardenias are fat.

The monk said that the Buddhist paintings on the ancient wall are good, and what you see is rare if you use fire to illuminate them.

Making the bed, whisking the mat, and setting out soup and rice, the sparse rice is enough to satisfy my hunger.

Lying quietly in the middle of the night, hundreds of insects are gone, and the clear moon comes out of the ridge and the light enters the door.

There is no way to go alone in the morning, and there is no way to go in and out.

The mountains are red and the streams are dazzlingly green, and there are dozens of pine trees all around.

When the water flows, I step on the rocks with my bare feet, and the sound of the water stirs up the wind and blows my clothes.

Life is such a joyful life, why should we limit ourselves to being a noble person?

Well, the second and third sons of our party will never return home until they are old.

The most famous sentence is: Life is so enjoyable, why should we be restricted to others?