The innate qi is the real lead, and it has a purpose. With the congenital undisturbed true lead, the real mercury accumulated over time, then it is natural for them to fall in love with each other, such as the husband and wife who cannot bear to separate. There are those who don't know why, they don't know yin and yang, and they are deep in creation!

The original spirit is sexual, and the master of essence is also. With its two in the unpredictable, well-informed and without a way, so the fate of God. Therefore, if the god lives, it will be condensed, and if it is condensed, it will return to the qi, and if the qi returns, it will be knotted. It's all innate. The so-called essence is not the essence of sympathy. The essence is hidden in the separation, and the true liquid in the heart is also. The so-called vitality is not the meaning of mouth and nose breathing. The qi is hidden in the kan, and the true qi in the void is also. The so-called primordial god is not the god of thought. The divine power is infinite, and the spirit of the parents before the end of life is true. Madam, a Tai Chi also, the essence is the yin and yang of the Tai Chi, and the god is the Wu Ji of the Tai Chi, which is the Yuan Jing, the Yuan Qi, and the Yuan Shen. Good, this essence is not a bad sense of literature, but the saliva in the mouth of the Jade Emperor. The Jade Emperor, the King of the Heart. Saliva in the mouth, and spiritual fluid in the heart. This breath is not breath breath, but it is too plain smoke. Too plain smoke, the innate true B qi. This god is not a god of thought, and it can be compared to the Yuan Emperor. The Yuan Emperor is the beginning of the Yuan. It is said to be the true of infinity, through the heavens and the earth, through the universe, majestic and unique, transcendent and unique!

That is, after the death of the heavens. Shen Taiyin was stunned and stunned, and Shen Taiyin was angry and shrunk. Therefore, if the god is hidden in the essence, it is called the spirit, and if the god is hidden in the qi, it is called the spirit. The spirit of the god is the king, and the minister is the king and respected. Therefore, those who cultivate the truth should not cultivate their spirits. God is sexuality, and the law of nature is self-peace, and the spirit is self-dwelling, and the spirit is self-generated. Why? The law of nature is that the heart is not hot, and if the fire is not hot, the water will not dry, so the essence of the body also lives. All the essence of the five internal organs in the body is water. Once the essence in the body lives, the essence in the kidney can be known. The kidney is the essence of the house, the essence is abundant in the kidney, the water is damp, and then it rises, such as clouds and mist, fumigation of the four majors, perfusion up and down. I take the original spirit to transport in the meantime, then the rise and fall, such as the palms, is said to be the water and fire to become both economic, is said to be the acquired breath and get drunk also. However, this is the ear of the words of the heavenly beings after my body. If the husband is used by nature, it takes Jiaotai, deification, and Yuan Yi is not done by God. Therefore, those who cultivate the truth should not refine the gods. Those who refine the gods, the jade liquid refining has been said, and the reason why the Great Dao has become the beginning and the end is the one!

Ah Lang heard the colorful lightning flashing in his eyes, and the white light flashed all over his body......

"Male doll, your understanding is very good, and the heart of enlightenment is even more extraordinary, first realize it yourself, and then explain it to the palace. The woman whispered.

After a long time, Ah Lang looked up at the night sky through the clear lake and muttered to himself......

Looking back at the starry sky, the moon is bright. The silhouette of the flowers in the plain white halo swayed left and right in the breeze, leisurely singing little love songs. Twist your heart lightly, and your mind is ethereal. The fragrance of midnight tea moistens the heartstrings, tastes quietly, and indulges in intoxication. A unique song of nature, quiet and graceful, enjoy a pure beauty, beautiful and fragrant.

The depths of the heart lake exude romantic feelings in the slight, hooking up the dark fragrance floating at the bottom of the sleeve, and the sparse shadow slanted through the gaps in the fingertips, revealing the hidden words in the heart. In the hazy eyes, the most warm rhyme is moisturized, so that the heart is bathed in the breeze and the moon, and the simple fragrance is followed to pluck a song of eternal love, so that the notes of love flow in the heart.

Meet, Allure. Encounter with you, I don't know if it's a fate, across the grace of the words, we hold hands and look at each other, sincerely miss An. You send me with your crystal and clarity

A time of glass. In the affectionate affection that is gently held, a warm joy is born. Happiness is like a flower, blooming in the heart, and every inch of time is full in arbitrariness.

A kind of companionship, a kind of speechless joy, a kind of waiting, silent and warm, a kind of mutual understanding, a tacit understanding, a kind of dependence, love and cherishment, a kind of understanding, warm and comfortable! Perhaps this kind of encounter is also in line with the long-cherished wish that I have hidden in my heart for a long time.

A glimpse, the familiar eyes, the warmth that never tires of looking at each other, like the warm winter sun wrapping me, so that I have enough reasons to stop the wandering footsteps, willing to wait here for you!

In the depths of the red dust, the still water flows for years. Picking flowers into tea, inviting the moon to dance together, touching those sincerity, chewing those touches, every time we meet, we are heartbeat, and every time we look at each other, we are moved. Forget yourself, drunk and emotional.

Let a touch of warmth and brightness in the time, let some beauty spread in life, and let a kind of warmth linger in the passing years. A glance at the gaze, pouring eternal affection. In the morning and twilight, in the morning and twilight, in the morning and haze, Ying held the joy that belonged only to herself, without asking or speaking. Looking back at the past, smiling and smiling, the meeting of life, because of fate, will meet, because the soul depends on each other, the heart is no longer lonely, because you know how to cherish, the flowers are full of love.

In the season of reincarnation, the expectation of the recovery of mountains and rivers is enough to achieve a legend of wind and snow.

The flowers of longing, the verdant flowers, thousands of attachments, pour my eyebrows, warm the slight coolness of my fingertips, and sway the vows of infatuation. Meet your red dust, build a beautiful dust, sprinkle a whisper, and wait for you to be gentle and gentle. Seeing or not seeing, the thoughts are always there, love or not loving, the heart is always there. Wrap a finger around the tenderness, gently pluck the thin water to flow. Through the long stream of time, through the years of love in the morning and twilight......

Write poems for you with a lifetime, write with years, write with time, and ink with love.

A pot of true love, slow cooking years, the intersection of eyes and light, there is a silent understanding, stretch out your hand, put that touch of melt temperature, into the palm of your hand, is a precipitation of harvest and shining, freeze a tree gentle fragrance, filled with the warmth of the whole dream.

A burst of heart-wrenching weeping sounded again, at first just muttering and sobbing, and gradually the voice became louder, sad and earnest, mournful and miserable......

Qi'er looked at Ah Lang in surprise, and said slowly: "Husband, you still have such lingering verses!"

Ah Lang also looked at the distant palace with tears in his eyes, and the distant palace where there was a burst of crying did not seem to hear Qi'er's words.

After a long time, the crying gradually faded away, and the woman whispered......

The cold night is bleak, the snow is drifting, and the heart is slightly cold. Looking at the lights of thousands of homes, where does the remnant lonely soul dwell? The years are still there, but they are full of holes, penetrating the sorrows and joys of the world. The heart has been pure, the face is also damaged, the ten fingers are difficult to detain the love of this world, the person returns, the shadow is also gone, where is the sacrifice of a touch of sorrow? Hongchen is helpless and amorous, can I know how many tears are between the eyebrows? I want to stop the dust and clouds, how can I care about the memories of hundreds of millions of years! The wind and rain erode the face, who doesn't want to, go back to the wind and snow in the past.

Misty clouds and water, misty smoke and rain, who does the lonely sail go to? Two feelings depend on each other, two hearts promise each other, wandering the end of the world infatuation? Dark night, hard searching, life or death, I wait for you. The heart is painful and tearful

For the withering of love, the end of the cape will never be separated, and the life is only for you. The dust guest hates the end of the world, and does not complain about the foggy river and the clouds and willows. Looking back at the twilight, the east wind is still the same, asking the former lotus, can Qing recall, does the flower recognise Qing?

How many old things are puffy and empty. When will I see you here, the empty sleeves are stained. At the injured place, Gao Cheng stopped looking, and the lights were already dusk. It's a pity that the years pass, the sorrow and the wind and rain, the tree is still like this. Mingyue Lou is high and recess alone, the wine enters the bowels, turning into lovesick tears, reading Shuangyan is difficult to rely on distant letters, pointing to the twilight sky to know the return. Gloomy hope, broken voice, set up the sunset. The falling flowers are independent, the swifts are flying, the words in the poems are stained with wine marks on the clothes, and the lines are always desolate.

At the intersection again, you are still walking in style, and my heart is still like still water, not afraid of the rapids. Time is like water, silent, tentacles without traces, gradually passing away. Life is like morning dew, the bitter days are the majority, bright like summer flowers, not all poignant. Looking at the peach blossoms in the desolation, swaying and colorful, the dark fragrance floating, lingering with compassion, dancing in the spring breeze, it is difficult to retain the beauty. Spring goes to autumn and returns, the stars move around, often speechless and heartbroken, nostalgia becomes hurt, who can be haggard.

Fingertips tap lightly, and the mood is relaxed. Lovesick tears on a desolate moonlit night, the breeze is swaying, and people can't sleep. Shaking tears soaked my heart, and the silhouette of the candlestick was broken. Ask if you can know my heart, ask if you can understand my mind. The beautiful woman is drunk in her arms, and she does not see the lovesickness of the old people.

Tears fall into the city, the vast river sky, thousands of miles of autumn, Lanzhou urges, people are thinner than yellow flowers, bamboo tears go, a farewell year, cold, Mo alone leaning on high-rise buildings, remembering the first sight, flying flowers all over the sky, thousands of sorrows, whispering soft words, knocking words and sentences are not amazing, swearing, there are clear bones, independent cold autumn, also poetry and, not singing tears, Xiaoxiang bamboo tears and tears are sleepless, flowers are speechless and rain is silent, feeling the gentleman lingering, for the flower spectrum to fall into the city, the flower seems to be ruthless but affectionate.

Quaint and fragrant, with graceful tunes, words and sentences, full of profound cultural heritage, condensing thousands of years of agarwood, looking for ancient beautiful artistic conception, beautiful, antique fragrance, drunk and sitting alone under the lamp, releasing the scroll and condensing the eyes, thoughts, breaking the cocoon into a butterfly, one after another.

In the vast text of the sea of smoke, the time of pulling out the ten fingers, the needles are embroidered as desired, and the concentric knots are heavy. With eternal feelings, it reflects the bonds in the thousand-year-old reincarnation. Plain and mediocre, the poems are refreshing, cleansing the lonely soul of ancient and modern times for thousands of years. The first poem and song are elegantly passed through the ancient rhyme, lingering in the antique ink heart.

Love burns in the heart, flowers bloom on the mo, beautiful butterflies dance, and romance meets the heart of the stranger. God is merciful, what to do with thousands of autumn waters, and change the moment to rub shoulders, an encounter with romance, just to look back at the moment.

The night was deep, the cool breeze was gusting, a few strands of hair, covering the eyes, and in an instant, the thoughts came quietly. On that day, I was like a lingering fingertip flower, full of charms, like a soft wind, touching my heartstrings. The pear blossom is pure and white, the peach blossom is enchanting, the country and the city are full of flowers, the faint fragrance is soft and condensed between the fingers, and the floral text has a long rhyme.

Thinking of this life, the wind and smoke flow through the years, holding the red dust, the morning and twilight, and the words are love. The two depend on each other, like a flower attachment, you are my only warmth, not negative, prosperous lips lingering. On that day, the sky was cloudy, as I was in the mood. Stepping on smashing sentimentality, frost in the eyes, hundreds of millions of years of red dust, lingering sorrow.

Ah Lang took a deep breath and tried his best to calm the agitated feelings in his heart, and the thick mist in his eyes disappeared in an instant......