"Male doll, you are really amazing, this palace still underestimates you. With your insights and understanding of the Great Dao, you have been able to realize to such an extent, you are the only person you have seen in the life of this palace! The promotion of the path of cultivation in the future is immeasurable and unpredictable!" Earth Mother's voice was obviously very surprised, and her tone was slightly raised, and there was no softer and softer tone in the past.

Ah Lang hurriedly knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and said: "Lord Earth Mother has won the prize, the kid just said what the adults have said in the past few days, and some of the experiences that the kid has comprehended on weekdays, and after the flesh will be connected, he just said what he wants to say." ”

"Then you are also remarkable! This palace has been spanning the world for hundreds of millions of years, and it is amazing and gorgeous, and there are countless people who have won the past and the present. But you are the only one who makes this palace admire!Male doll, you must continue to maintain this mentality in order to enter the Supreme Dao, do you understand?"

Ah Lang hurriedly kowtowed again, and said yes again and again.

"Lord Earth Mother, the little girl has made some poems, I want to invite the adults to taste them, do you think it?"

"Okay, girl, you recite it, let the palace listen to it!" said the Earth Mother softly.

After listening to Qi'er's words, Ah Lang was stunned for a moment, then stood up, walked to her side, and looked at her quietly.

Qi'er smiled at Ah Lang, then took a deep breath, stared at the hazy and empty temple in the distance, and said softly......

We are all passers-by in the red dust, I am intoxicated by you? Who is heartbroken for me? Who am I staying for? Who is waiting for me? How long can the scenery of the mirror flowers and water moon be treasured? Hongchen smiled, how many people have never found their true love in their lives, and how many people have lost themselves in the search. Tears in the sunset, let the love of a lifetime turn into the corner of the old eyes.

The breeze dances and the moon shines, and the dreams fall among the flowers. When I woke up from a dream, it was like a world away, and between the eyebrows, I was lovesick. Alone in the world, drunk and greedy alone. Heart-wrenching thoughts are boundless. Alone in front of the window, let the wind blow, watch the flowers fall, under the yellow flower tree, are you flicking the jade flute again, drunk and pulling the love strings? Looking at the eternity, the prosperity is gone, but I have not changed my mind. It's a pity that I wandered a few times, and what I couldn't get out of was still the warm murmur of the flowers in the dream.

Love is hurt, how many people have suffered, how many memories have been broken, love is sad, how much cold is clear, how much thinking has been lost, even if the moth fights the fire, it is still duty-bound, only to watch the feelings, hurt others and hurt themselves, but it is a lifetime that can not be cut off, a pen of Sauvignon Blanc, how many infatuation tears, drink a glass of turbid wine, how many world love! If you are my lotus flower, then let me keep a lifetime of love for you in this life.

If you can, you can accompany you for a thousand years, and you just want to take care of you for a thousand years; if you want, you are willing to accompany you forever, and you are only willing to cherish your green silk and white clothes forever. Your face is like the blooming and falling of a lotus flower in my heart, the remnant sun emblem ink, the whispering is slight, a few songs look up to the sky, and the fireworks bloom all over the sky in an instant. Are you still sitting in the long pavilion of one mile, with your jade fingers, rolling up the warmth of the wind, painting a corner of the blue sky, and the shore of the Mekong River.

The lone star is broken, the dream is broken, and the clothes are cold. In the mirror, thin under the moon, looking forward to the curtain, looking forward to the sadness of the belly. I always want to avoid those memories about you, return to the final peace, and let my heart calm down. However, the moment you turn your head, you forget the tenderness of the past years, and plant the wounds of this life for me; Inside and outside the volume, the words are engraved in the heart, and only one song sings an unchanging story, fading into the bottom of my heart.

There is no fragrance in the unique way, the red leaves are like butterflies dancing, and the osmanthus turns into rain. Falling flowers and light rain, who is crying in the court?

Qianqianyu's hand was blink of an eye, gloomy, and lovesickness turned into tears. The leaves fall and know the autumn, and the rain means loneliness!

Autumn swells up on the willow tops, pacing on both sides of the river, a song of suffering. Where do the wildflowers hide?

The white hair is approaching the head of the sixtieth ancillary year, and the chrysanthemum is slowly walking, and it is difficult to understand the neon dance. A leaf knows autumn, and discard Yingluo casually.

Spur the horse, spend a moment together, laugh as a floating world, sweep away the empty sorrows, and the sound is heavy.

Confusion in the universe, the moon is bright and smiling in the autumn wind, the ancient town is full of plain fragrance, a singing tour, Mo Xinle.

Greedy for fragrance and smelling trees, hugging and leaning, a few steps away, winter plum Baidu, lonely and unintentional, plum blossoms are fragrant, folded a few branches, broken a tree,

The cold wind cuts the road, the air on both sides is bitter, looking at the blue road, the stone is lonely, the chest is depressed, the brows are frowned, the heart is peaceful, and the plum fairy is rising.

The old dream is entangled between the eyebrows, and the fingertips rhyme with poetry. In winter, the snow dance cleans up the ignorance, and the spring flowers fly to the end of the life.

Talking about love, talking about joys and sorrows, life is short and burdensome. All the things in the heart are submerged, but it is difficult to swing like a sad kite.

A handful of starlight lingers at night, the bright once shipwrecked, the sincerity of the water to the bureau, the look back on the red dust,

A smile on the scenery of a city poem, half a curtain dream in this life without hatred, since then I wish to win the heart of a person, in the degree of white head is not separated,

A bright charm, along the way through time, touch the corridor of time, familiar with happiness and affection,

Walking past each other, twisting a wisp of red dust to tie up, long and short thoughts, stirring the joy of the soul,

Kiss a petal of heart fragrance dream, drunk in the long love between the two, miss the spring breeze full of thoughts, and transform into a beautiful butterfly flying,

A feather lingers on your shoulder, dusk with a gentle dress, the common language of flying snow boiled acacia, light ink clear words if the wind,

I am willing to sail to the ends of the world, silently accompany each other to intercede, for the moon only for the shadow of the night, often accompanied by acquaintance and reflection,

The flowers bloom for one person, the infatuation is only for one person, and it becomes the most beautiful scenery, and the flowers open in front of the window.

The snowflakes drifted the sunset, waiting for you in the tip of the moon, waiting for the prosperity of the first life, warming up and meeting three lives,

Looking back and smiling into the bones, love has been remembered with a wisp of softness, I wish you to walk together in this life, I am willing to wait with you,

A peach blossom is like flowing water, who will stay for this love in his life, the green mountains on both sides of the strait look at each other, and the lovesick world looks at the river,

A period of passing time, grasp the accompanying warmth, look back at the ordinary life, combed into a poetic painting,

Describe a fragrant danqing, overflowing with red dust and sunset evening, the most shallow time, engraved into the fragrance of Shaohua,

Stroke a song of the dark fragrance of life, listen to the illusion at the end of the world, the most luxurious and simple beauty, freeze into the direction of the years,

In the most beautiful life, meet the seahorse to go to the end of the world, meet the past life and meet fate, how happy and lucky,

Looking back on the Sansheng Stone, the edge of knowing each other for 500 years, Hongchen Mo is looking back, looking back at the river with a smile,

Holding on to this lovesick tears, a wisp of tenderness flies, listening to the whispers of the heart, waiting for the peach blossoms to flow,

Looking at a small bridge and flowing water, thinking about a quiet night attachment, boiling a pot of clouds and water to embrace each other, chanting a deep kind of tenderness,

The beautiful gaze of spring flowers, the summer rain murmuring in the heart, moving the sky full of maple red, the joy of holding hands and wandering,

The sun is warm and the winter snow is fluttering, echoing the speechless expectation, two hearts are connected to a love, bit by bit in the world,

Murmuring the truest emotion. Standing in the red dust ferry, listening to the voice of the call, touching whose eyes are wet,

Affectionate softens whose intestines, agarwood kneaded into broken thoughts, tasted the gradual widening of the clothes and belts, and no regrets about the body and mind to love,

The wind blew away, and when all the prosperity was gone, I realized that what I drank alone was the aging wine that has always been lovesick for you.

The soul is dreaming, whispering the lonely heart, pinning his heart on the bleak rainy night, chewing on the thin coldness that has not been seen for thousands of years.

The moment of a flash in the pan is also the fragrance of my life, but the unexpected departure will forever turn into the paleness after my tears, and I will be silent in the bottom of my heart.

Sigh red dust is a lot of love, tears mixed with dust. The wind destroys the fallen leaves, and my heart is boundless.

Love and sorrow are staggered and entangled, and your love is like a stick of incense time, and the ending has already arrived before me, your short glimpse is the memory of my life.

In the uninhabited sky, looking at the lonely sky, feeling the smoke and clouds that have gone away, and then with a trace of regret, continue to trek on this endless homecoming.

The past is like smoke, rolling red dust, and fingers are in the quicksand. flower

Blossoming, spring comes and goes, but the thoughts are not taken away.

Standing at the tip of the years, taking stock of the bitterness of this road, with a trace of resentment, the prosperity of the world.

The heart is not dead, the tears have dried, and it is unbearable to look back on the soul. When I wake up from a dream, I can't love it, and the past can't be swept away like smoke. Tomorrow is a yellow flower, and the voice of desire is dumb. It is difficult to understand the wind and dust, and the red dust is a dream and two vast.

There was silence all around, and Lord Earth, Ah Lang and Qi'er did not speak.

After a long time, the Earth Mother sighed softly and said slowly, "Male doll, you continue to talk about your views on cultivation!"

Ah Lang hurriedly bowed and said slowly......

The Tao is humane in the secular world, the heavenly way in the monastic world, and the great way in the cosmos.

The Tao was born at the beginning of Hongmeng, mixed in the void, invisible, inaudible, invisible, and invisible, and the use of the Tao has an image, so with the tangible nothing, with the real form of the void, stealing its qi in the land of chaos, and collecting its spirit in the land of the underworld, in order to become the avenue of the true one.

True yin and true yang, the same kind of sentient things, the root of the innate avenue, the qi of the dragon and tiger.

There is gas but no quality, and the avenue is prominent. Yin and Yang are combined and the innate qi is seen, and Yin and Yang are divided and the acquired instrument is formed.

The metaphysical is the way, and the metaphysical is the qi.

The Tao is nameless, and the strong name is the Tao. There is no cultivation in the Tao, and the strong name is called cultivation. People take the Tao as a thing, and only when they are empty and empty can they be the most holy to God. Try to see that the heavens and the earth are emptied in one breath, there is nothing, and after a long time, the qi moves, and yin and yang are born. So all kinds of things, brilliantly written, brilliant chapters, full of the four stoppers. Who is the creator of it? Who is born with it? Why is it that the Tao is born of one qi, one qi is turned into yin and yang, and all things are born. The Tao generates one qi from nothingness, and it produces yin and yang from one qi. Yin and Yang are three surnames, and the three surnames are reborn Wan Huachang. If a practitioner wants to seek the truth of the Tao and become the body of the Great Dao, he must first use Yin and Yang as a sharp weapon, and then take nothingness as the root, so that he can attain the Great Dao.

The purpose of teaching people to cultivate oneself is the opposite of the world, and it is necessary to know what the world likes, what the Taoists hate, and what the world is greedy for, and what the Taoists abandon. Although it is beneficial to the human body, it is not beneficial to the people's hearts, and if the people's hearts are greedy, the human body will not be harmonious. But the matter of life seems to be formless and unlikely, and it is not enough to be a noble person. If you can go to the temptation from the outside, be full of its nature, concentrate on cultivation, and seek nothing else, and become virtuous, the way to immortality is in the way. Everything in the world is precious, who is more than this? But I am afraid that the will is not strong, the path is not brave, the reason is mixed, and the heaven and man are stacked, so it is difficult to create it to the extreme. I hope that the scholars of the future, at the beginning, will be idle and sincere, and return to the basics, holding simplicity and returning to the truth, is to the ancients to cultivate the inside but not the outside, for the belly not for the purpose, to save this, to give a will to concentrate, and to do their best.

The camp of the world is driven by the camp, the heart is in the field of sound and lust and profit, the eyes are extremely contemplative, and the heart is pleasant, not in this best state of sincerity and happiness? And where the joy is, that is, where the sorrow is. What is good for the body is detrimental to the mind. Such as the colorful chapter Shi, its color is brilliant, its text is splendid, who does not see it and is happy, looking at it and is shocked? The energy of life, can there be geometry? It seems that this is attentive to the search, indulgent and pleasant, thinking that it is beautiful, and there is no anger that does not hinder the spirit, the mind is confused, and the eyes are blind. Therefore, it is said that "the five colors make people blind", and it is honest. As for the rhyme of the silk tung and the sound of the pipe, the ancients did not waste it; the son of Hu Duyong, the nickname girl, the song boy, the spirit of oneself, the joy of taking the film! The tune of the study is not over, the sonorous is still there, and the ear and spirit are all outside, and the ear is deaf. Therefore, it is said that "the five tones are deafening". He is like a taste in the mouth, the glycerine is harmonious, the shade is suitable for the season, and the saint is also necessary; he is not like a glutton, greedy for a stomach, good taste, full of good taste, full of good taste, full of foreign objects, although a yarrow is a few gold, a meal is not worth a thousand dollars. He also knows that those who are good for the mouth are not good for the heart, and there is infinite taste in the hearts of people, and they are not fat but self-satisfied, and those who are hungry only seek to be palatable. Therefore, it is said that "the five flavors are refreshing".

There is a master of the Tao, who emptily cultivates his heart to nourish his nature, and establishes his life with his belly; he knows that he is born with one qi, and he comes with his life, and he goes with his death, which is the treasure of my body, and he focuses on this, and everything outside is like a floating cloud, so the void spirit is not ignorant.