The northern geese fly south to return, and the west wind blows to revive the east. Winter goes to spring, and Jiahui is hairy, and the dew and frost are green onions. Siyi galloped back to the cloud mirror, and yesterday was hazy in Beijing. Like a thunderbolt dragon leaping, just like lightning piercing the void. The Middle Earth Avenue is open, and the traffic is like an arrow. The slanting sun began to enter the countryside road, and the uniform speed was no longer in a hurry. Mo Si looked out the window and looked at the haystacks. Look at the suspected mosquitoes and flies, and at first glance I am in a trance and move snails. Suddenly Sheng's compassion stopped, and Huairen got out of the car and walked to the green bush. Wen Yan stepped forward slowly, and slowly bowed: "I took the liberty of disturbing the quiet, and I was fortunate to meet the greeting Weng today." ”

In the cold spring, the ice is thick and the haze is thick, and the green willow wind is thin and the grass is sprouting. The weak old man shrunk into the tent, and he was completely alive and well "Hong Qigong". A piece of hemp rope is wrapped around the jacket, and a hundred strips of cloth are knotted. Hearing the sound of surprise passers-by, he muttered and bowed. Tai Hong frowned and lamented, natural disasters are ruthless and weak. Take off the mink robe casually, and cover the body of the man to resist the wind. Pour out your money to help the orphaned and needy, and raise your hand to help the poor. But seeing the unkempt head swaying and stretching, trembling and hanging in the air. Kneeling on the ground and straightening his waist with Jia, tears flowed down his face. Si Yi's humble resignation is represented, tender and gentle. Anxiety in the snow is full of charcoal, and the eyes are faint at the intersection of sorrow and joy: "The fool begs for a long time on the street, and he is embarrassed and embarrassed. Could it be that Jun is a Bodhisattva, sensing the Yao Palace in the world?! ”

The poor beggar looked forward to his intentions, and burst into tears to open the two ditches. The grass is white and gray, and the gray face is black and thick. Slanted shoulders bent back for fear of falling, frowning and snickering. The front teeth are missing lips, and the ears are drooping without a drooping nose. Jia Weng wanted to return and resign, but he knelt down and stayed. Wrinkled skin and dirt are piled up, and the hands are shaking and sputum flows. Taihong caressed the square handkerchief and wiped his face with a warm face. The decrepit man sobbed and choked frequently, sad and gloomy during the day. Siyi is embarrassed, and he supports the declining Wendeng.

When the earth is green in spring, the snow remains in the village is still white. Wandering eyes look at the soft yellow, looking back at the barren and barren. I was surprised to see the old branches blooming red, and the idle peeps at the green and green soil. Yunjing Village returned quietly at dusk, and the faint smoke was not yet set. Relax and remember the northern capital, and there are thousands of miles in one day. Yesterday he was far away in China, and now he lives alone in books. Siyi's life is thick and different, and the delivery of righteousness and benefit is the most chosen. The car into the village is parked, and the door is called loudly to welcome guests. Xing Shan, a virtuous wife, greeted with a smile, and set up a family banquet with melons and fruits.

At the beginning of spring, there was nothing left in the fields, and the poor people were reduced to food. Idle vegetables cut three autumn green, clear water cooking 100 days yellow. Iron pot rice steamed silver snow grains, mushrooms fresh and tender jade chicken fragrant. The selected cavity bones are boiled white, and the end is swept away. Jia Weng smiled and accompanied the frequent dishes, and added soup and porridge to moisten the hungry intestines. Tell again and again to be tolerant, swallow warmly, and don't be in a hurry. The decrepit Weng was full of burps, and the whispers were weeping and thankful. Sitting and chatting with a drum belly, Siyi asked the family where he was far away.

When the declining man feels like he is chasing the past, he suddenly frowns and tears are dripping. Bending his legs and squatting on the stool, holding his head and crying, he endured his grief and said in a constant way: "It's really a sigh of life, and the childish teeth are the most bitter and the father and mother are dead." It's a pity that I'm lonely and have no brothers, and my sad sister is sick and dead. More than three and a half years old have been abandoned children, and they are full of cold and warm worlds. Morning and dusk wear hundreds of meals, up and down thousands of clothes. Young Haozhi is trying to stand on his own, but he is pitiful for the rotten yellow sores of the femur. I have been sick for a long time and it is difficult to make a living, and I am wandering and begging in all directions. ”

The declining man said that life is not like death, and he is hesitant and fearful of impermanence. Si Yi frowned, and Xing Shan sobbed and sprinkled wet clothes. Taihong relieved with a warm face: "Yunjing is your hometown. Hao beggar burst into tears: "It's really a Bodhi dojo." Since then, he has lived in a nursing home, and hell has become heaven overnight. Morning and dusk silently recite Jia Gongshan, and spend the sun happily.

Summer comes and spring is delayed, and the cloud mirror is clear and clear. The declining man will live in peace at the end of the day, and he will enjoy it at the beginning of the day. Siyi fraternity unravels the reins, and perseveres for a good time. At night, Tai Hong looked at Hao Toad, and thought to the desk: "There is no fixed place like a flying rabbit, and the reason for the leakage of light in the three caves." The sky covers the earth and the stars make the account, and the spring and autumn frost nights are bound to the body. The coarse tea and light rice are not often cooked, and the intestines and abdomen are rumbling and thundering. But when he saw the neighbor's stove fire, he was ashamed of the corners of his mouth. ”

Who would have thought that Weng Lao is so happy and familiar with playing the sheng, and Jia Weng often comes to listen to the sound of jade. Qingxia Danxiao is a thousand phoenixes, and the Deyin Divine Comedy is pleasant.

In the blink of an eye, the winter solstice is thin and cold, and the morning sun is rising. Living in a foreign land is not nothing, a clear poem "Su Musha":

"Laughing Cream,

Peace,

But Joy He Poor,

100 years old or still?!

The peach is not easy to treat for a thousand years,

Old and young foolish,

100 million trillion flames of yellow love.

At the beginning of eternity,

Dust color world,

Small big high and low,

Who is the ruler in the world?

There is no solution to the Central Plains,

Yunjing permanent residence,

Appreciate the bright sea. ”