2, Hui Ji will hurt, love does not last long, strong is humiliating, modest is gentle as jade.
3, acacia string, shallow dust, a dream of red dust. Samsara, fate, looking back on the old fate.
4, the sea is deep, there is no half of acacia. The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless.
I dare not ask for liberation, because I don't know how to exile myself. I bite the rock like an old pine tree on a cliff, not thinking about whether I will fall with it one day.
6. Who wakes up when the world is sleepy? Spring silkworms spit out their emotions in vain, which always leaves people scratching their heads. What's the use of being busy for a while?
7, Fenghua pen and ink, backyard dust. Then the sky is cloudy, not wandering. Three thousand miles of rivers and mountains have also been Penglai for forty years. Moss is stained with frost, and the mirror is full of color.
8. Many things that we thought we would never forget are in the days that we will never forget. We forgot about it.
9. Looking at the sun and the moon that day, there was silence. Green mountains and green waters, stretching from generation to generation; Just like in my heart, you never left, never changed.