The sky is full of stars, dotted with this vast night at will, with a touch of deep vastness, rolling the bright moon in the night sky, condensing a trace of lovesickness.

Moon pigment, people are helpless, tears and lovesickness, with whom to narrate, looking at the end of the world, the hidden pond mandarin duck stay.

It was another full moon night, the moonlight penetrated the surface of the lake, reaching the bottom of the lake, and the distant temple was like a real illusion, under the reflection of the moonlight, flashing with a trace of silver light, becoming more and more hazy and illusory......

Ah Lang raised his head and stared at the bright moon above the night sky on the lake: Since Mo Wuya came back this time, there has always been a bad omen in his heart that is indescribable and unclear. I hope that I am cranky and that nothing unforeseen will happen.

Ah Lang looked at Qi'er, who was sleeping in his arms, took out a jar of heavenly marrow wine, raised his head and drank it in a big gulp, but the sorrow in his heart became more and more intense, and his thoughts were myriad......

Unprovoked wind and rain into the attic, the bead curtain is half rolled. Xiaoxiang has a few autumns overnight, singing the strings of the zither strings. Thick eyebrows, how can the heart be light. Shui Yun listened to the sound, and the court was still full of flowers. Suying is slender and delicate, and knows that the bright moon is not a thought. A new ink adds to the old sorrows, and the dark fragrance floats and wanders lonely. The east wind is powerless to blow the red sleeves, and the new song is smiling at the old face. A pot of drifting is difficult to enter the throat, looking at the clouds, who knows the loneliness of three thousand volumes.

Drink a glass of wine and get drunk and soft, and the red sleeves add fragrance and want to rest. Xiaoxiang has passed a night of dust, and the first time I know the full moon is sorrowful. The peach blossoms cut the wind, the purple swallows wear the willows, and the sorrow and tears are played. A song is gone, and the waning moon takes a photo of the building. The empty pavilion is full of wounds, and the curtain is beautiful and delicately embroidered. The branches are fragrant, the sigh is unusual, and the safflower is thin. Plain wrist candles, lights like red beans. Writing a chapter, the words are still dead, but it is difficult to complain. Who asks, love is like water, and there is no intention to be a lonely boat.

The ink is thick, the ink is fragrant, the red candle is held in the plain hand, and the light book is compiled. Yixiao Hongchen is indifferent, and the sorrow is added. The gossamer is far away, the thread in his hand, and his heart is densely sewn, lest he be cold. The window never sleeps, and the moon is full. Orchid finger light twist, green sideburns crested hairpin, Mo Nianjing flowers and moon turn, Mo Shang several years. Allure was instantly annihilated, and the young class outside the court was far away. Step by step, on the shore of the lotus acacia, the orchid boat alone enters the paradise.

Single clothes show, water tune song head, flower paper spread out to write poems. I want to make the light and sorrowful word thin, and the cold water flows for a long time with laugh marks. The shore is half-hidden, and a bed is soaked in dark incense. Now the peach blossoms are fragrant on both sides, but there are no red sleeves like back then. The slender jade finger plucks the guqin, and the fallen leaves turn lightly and sink. The green plum boiled wine is a bottle, and the fragrance is lush. Jiaoyan smiled and woke up Dongjun, I only hope that your heart is like my heart, and the feathers are mortal.

March haze, peach blossoms all the way, who knows the loneliness and no owner, rebounding pipa song to the end of the world. The warbler in the forest is full of flowers, and the red stamen petals are like the glow. The willow renovates the buds, and it is not a sorrowful stone path. The wine is drunk in the wind and the long pavilion, and Jun has sent it for ten miles. Xiao is a song, the rhyme goes first, and only sighs at the twilight spring breeze. The words are empty, the dream is empty, but looking back makes the falling flowers cold, and the love flows with the water. Lonely to the bottom of my heart, the breeze returns to the boat for thousands of miles.

The peach blossoms in the peach blossom dock, the still water flows deep and cold. Pool peach blossom water with you, red crisp hand twisted peach petals. Peach blossom hairpin, peach blossom fan, peach blossom face under the peach blossom tree, who is clear. Peach blossom wine, peach blossom curtain, peach blossom note in the peach blossom pavilion, who shares the proverbs. Even though the Peach Blossom Pond is thousands of feet deep, it is not as good as meeting Jun Chu. A long song, but the song should only be a day. Looking at the broken by the railing, I only hope that the king's heart will return like an arrow.

If the heart is like a gossamer, who does Hongluan complain about. The flowing water and the flowers are delicate, and the road is endless. Flying flowers are scattered, long songs and sighs, hatred is impossible to send, and poems are written with tears. Passing by the clouds, and will be missed, stroking the piano strings between the fingers. Recalling the beginning, the orchid boat was by the lotus pond, and the blue waves were looking forward to it, waking up the lotus in the dream. The light clouds are out of Xiu, and there are thousands of volumes. Today, the water is separated by the end of the world, and the swallows are flying.

The dust and smoke rise, and the west wind blows the mountains and streams on the ancient road. The thin horse galloped past the people, and the old tree lay down and listened to the cicadas. Who's jasper flute, pride only has a night photo left. Hang the curtain low, and want to add Luo clothes to resist the cold. The green mountains are still there, and the traces of Ping are gone. But hearing the sea laughing and breaking the tide on both sides, the blue boat has been waiting for the blue water. Pointing to the end of the world, he listens to the grievances. Thousands of miles of clouds and smoke stained with green silk, frost white sideburns, who rode back.

The swing is empty, and the fall is red

All over the ground, I still hate the sad farewell tears, and the moon has embroidered the west of the building. Comb the hair in a bun, the incense sleeves fall lightly to the cold, and no one urges the flute. Fu Xian has no intention of making a wonderful pen, only to make the sleepiness hazy. The preface of the question is messy and the words are not clear, and the new words are often used in dreams. The long pavilion is a thousand miles away, and the flower shadow is vague. The cold river is alone in the Mulan boat, and they are all chaotic. When to look back, the sea flies across the jade butterfly wings.

Hongchen has its own infatuated people, looking at it from afar across the water. The empty caress Yaoqin pondered, and Jiao Lian secretly sent incense. Every few times, but sigh and pour out a few deeper, the beauty of the pen and ink. Even though the tenderness is full of West Building, how can it be full of flowers and fragrance. Drink lovesick tears, drizzle and fill the window. Shallow drunk climb high and look at the eyes, the thin clouds and low trees are graceful and clear the river. The meaning is still not exhausted, and the flowers have not reduced the madness. The storm sends the evening singing, and the water is vast in the depths of the clouds and smoke.

When you love her, you love the newborn month, and when you like her, you like to see the plum moon,

When I think of her, I say a few songs about Xijiangyue, and when I look forward to her, I look forward to the moon and the moon.

At the beginning, I didn't want to say goodbye, but today I want to meet like the moon under the water.

Ah Lang looked up at the moon and kept whispering in his mouth......

"Ah Lang, what's wrong with you?" Qi'er said softly as she stroked his cheek with her hand.

Ah Lang looked down at Qi'er, who was awake, shook his head with a smile, and did not speak.

Qi'er stared at Ah Lang for a long time, and there were ripples in her eyes......

"Qi'er, I'll sing you a song!" Ah Lang finished speaking, stood up, drank the remaining heavenly marrow wine, and waved it casually, before the wine jar reached the ground, it turned into dust and floated in the air.

Ah Lang then waved his hand again, and several figures transformed by thunder and lightning, each holding a strange musical instrument in their hands, floated in the air, and the high-pitched and passionate rhythm rang out......

Ah Lang turned his voice into a crisp and loud, cheerful and pleasant, and a song with a strong sense of rhythm was sung immediately......

Breaking into the rivers and lakes for half a life, drunk and spilling blood without shedding tears

Looking for a confidant, toast together, live and die, and sleep

May life and death be with you forever, but you break my heart

The evening breeze blows outside the west window with pride and tears

Where to go in the vast sea of anger

I will chase you all over the world

Love is difficult to break, righteousness is long in the knot, unresolved, and the heart is not discouraged

Just ask you one word, who is he in your heart

I have no regret for you, and you have wept for me

Breaking into the rivers and lakes for half a life, drunk and spilling blood without shedding tears

Looking for a confidant, toast together, live and die, and sleep

Love is difficult to decide, righteousness is often in the knot, unsolved, and the heart is not discouraged

Just ask you one word, who is he in your heart

Who he is, who he is

(A very old song, Angry Sea Ping, Theme Song, Yellow Warbler)

After Ah Lang finished singing, he looked up at the bright moon beyond the lake for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking......

Qi'er walked to Ah Lang's side, hugged his arm tightly, accompanied Ah Lang to look up at the bright moon, and didn't say a word.

"The world is unpredictable, and the people of the secular world cannot control their own destiny, and so do our monks. It may be possible to change things, but the trajectory cannot be changed. It is impossible to control its own context, and can only control species that are lower than itself, and that's it. We are just a speck of dust in the universe, unless we can reach the top sequence of the seventh-level species, everything is under its influence, there is no escape, there is no escape. Mother Earth whispered slowly.

After Ah Lang listened to Mother Earth's words, his eyes burst into colorful lightning, piercing the surface of the lake and shooting straight into the endless sky of the night sky......

After a long time, Ah Lang faced the distance

In the temple, he bowed, then sat cross-legged, and said slowly......

The Tao is nameless, and the nameless is infinite. The so-called empty air, the characters of heaven and earth, the foundation of public life. With its non-existence and non-existence, not big or small, nothing does not cover everything, so it is called "great virtue". Tao is the Taiji of all things, and virtue is the Taiji of all things. It is the reason why all materials are born, the principle of the void, the spirit of one yuan, Pu Bo Milun. No matter how big or small, there is no hidden appearance, all rely on this way to make a living, and the spirit is fateful.

Yin and Yang are in it, and the sun and the moon mediate in it, just like the grass and trees: the day and night rest, the rain and dew moisten, and its roots can be cultivated. It is the Tao that gives birth to this, and the virtue is also stored. All things are cultivated, then fumigated, the beginning is gas, and the long time is tangible. From the latent growth of the dark, the sun is full of moons, and people become people, and things become their own without omission. It is to respect all things with respect for the Tao and morality as the precious. Covering the Tao is the principle of living people, and if it is not the Tao, there is no way to make a living; virtue is the origin of storage, and if it is not virtue, there is no reason to store. Why is the dignity of the Tao and the nobility of virtue so so? Because they are all given by heaven, because of things. Don't wait to be strong, the natural middle way. Nothing to do, self-reliance. Don't make it, don't make it, and often so, there is no one who reluctantly does not return to nature.

To concentrate on the void, and to merge in the desert. At the time of nothingness, in the midst of indifference, one yuan of true qi comes out, which is the life of the Tao. The Tao is born, so it is nurtured in stillness, and the material is taken from the movement; it has been embracing, and Vientiane is salty and empty; it is always practiced, and it is always there, and it is not forgotten or helped, then there is a foundation for virtue.

If it is born according to its path, the road will grow day by day, and because of its virtue, it will be cultivated. To grow to breed, the smooth reproduction of things, as soon as autumn comes and mature. The way of the husband is both established and matured, and in the meantime, how can it be different from people? What is the life of the research? The life is also a void of nothingness. How can I be born and dare to think that I have it? Although I am born in the sun, I have the fortune of Tiangang inside, and I push the bucket handle outward, and I seem to have something to do, and I am pure and natural, and I have no intention of doing it, and I am not afraid of it? In this way, if I cultivate the Tao, I will make progress, and the Tao will grow day by day, and the natural creation will be in the hands, and the heaven and the earth will be from the heart, although the current situation is ever-changing, I cannot mess with my mind as a Lord.

People can steal the vitality of heaven and earth as the foundation, and then they will be born, nurtured, stored, and grown, so as to return to the original heaven, that is, they will attain the Tao.

True Yang Qi originally came from the beginning of being born with qi. Innate one qi, suspended in the universe, there is something in the air, and there is nothing in the space. In heaven and earth, all those who have images have birth and death to speak of, but this qi is not born and destroyed, not dirty and unclean, not increased or decreased, empty but not empty, not empty and empty, and is divine and wonderful, so it is the beginning of the endless growth of all things in the world. If the cultivator knows this starting qi, the path of immortality can be obtained, and the path of marching into the army can also be proven.

The people of heaven and earth are also endowed with qi to establish life, that is, to endow the reason with nature. Rationality and qi are originally one, and life is inseparable. To be all empty, circling the heavens and the earth, surplus and void news, pure nature, creation and exchange, as for the hundred generations. Although human beings are uneven, even if there are different creations, and this qi is the same, that is, this reason is the same, and there is no one who has or changes.

The ancients lived in the middle of the pole, pavilions, independent and not leaning, in the middle of the line and not dead, although the poor through the mourning, sorrow and happiness, life and death, all different, and this reason, popular in one, full of two large, never a little setback.

Haoran's qi, the qi depends on the gods, the spirit is sympathetic, and the knot is knotted, that is, the root is restored, and the Tao always exists. The life of a lady is also a union of God and Qi, and her death is also a separation of God and Qi. People can meet their lives, and their spirits are harmonious, that is, they hold the yuan and keep one.

The gods and gods depend on each other, the spirit and qi are together, the same vein is circulated, the truth is concentrated, the self-energy is ever-changing, the ghosts are not out, there are hundreds of trillions of incarnations, and they enjoy hundreds of trillions of billions of years.

Since the beginning of practice, it is said to be refined, and the qi and the spirit are there. The second step is to refine qi, and the spirit and essence are there. The three steps are called refining the gods, and the essence and qi are also there. That is, the Tao is also in harmony with the void, the Tao is in harmony with nature, from beginning to end, there is no way, and there is no way when it is separated. The body is more than the essence, the essence is not the essence of sympathy, it is the essence of the three sevens in the void at the beginning of the formation of the qi. Cultivating the body, that is, refining and refining qi. When a practitioner is first held, he will gain this essence to live and grow. Cultivating one's body with refinement is tantamount to cultivating oneself with one's body, and why is it really like that! In terms of qi, those who are refined are close to the body, and those who are a little farther away from the qi.