On the 11th, the magpies of the Central Plains Cloud Mirror were noisy, and the people gathered in the village. The whip in the sky sounded the fire and thunder, and the wine and sweet fairy dew flowed. The crowd danced around the camp, laughing and tears to wash away their sorrows. Where is there no intention to make a noise? Only the Qi family courtyard is secluded. Xu's lit incense and lit candles, kneeling and worshipping the Buddha without stopping. Eating fasting and chanting mantras day and night, he often muttered and prayed: "The Qing Dynasty will eventually open the Great Fortune, and the East will be red and shine in China." The old woman is happy and stable, and the ancient capital is a new city to build a blue building. Regardless of the frost invasion and the snow, the joy of hearing the national ceremony from afar forgets the worries. frowned and looked forward to relieving his troubles, and kept the green light alone in the autumn. The stars are slanted and turning, and they are not sent to receive them. But pray that the Bodhisattva will appear tonight, and Huijue will cross the treasure boat. ”

The eldest grandson can be friends with his younger brothers, and he wishes that the family style is better than Kongrong;

Shou Yongxuan Hall is so happy, and he seeks endless green lights.

Day after day, the cloud mirror is sunny for a long time to welcome the rising sun, and Qi Xu often prays and discusses. The heart of the incense at dawn is not clear, and the Buddha prays for Tonghao at the beginning of the twilight. Huaiqi endured sorrow and haggardness, and sorrow could bear the sorrow. The ignorance and blood surged, bathing and changing the green skirt. Take charcoal and add firewood to burn the furnace red, sprinkle water and dust, and serve the magic weapon. The night is announcing the rest of the child, gentle and happy to hold pear dates. Many children don't know, and they hesitate to wonder about their ancestors. The silver-haired milk looked at the group of small pitifuls, sitting on the rattan chair like a god. All the relatives are afraid of strictness, and they will stay with them the next morning. The light shines on the bamboo window, and the widow wakes up and pretends to drive away fleas. The lower view is solemn and cold, and the upper cavity combs the hair and brushes the brain. Shimai Jinlian trembled, slowly sweeping the hall and house. Bow three times to show piety, and suddenly ask for the protection of the heavenly army in all directions. The face of the face is clear, and the grandson is like a yin charm possessing Hao: "Yesterday's dream of the five-star flag was raised, and my door was full of strength." Listen to the secret edict Tai Yue's words, and be cautious and keep secrets. ”

Qi Xu worships the Buddha and worships the heavenly father, and the three stars and five stars are in his heart;

The number of romantic characters is ancient and modern, and the bright pearl is full of the west and the east.

What can I do, the fifth generation gathered all night, and the three grandchildren and eight sons were tired. Hearing the ancestral words, he greeted the song and competed for words. The diaphragm failed to get out, and the dawn was sleepy and stupid. Xu Yuan's words are even clichés, and her left and right abdomen are deflated and cold intestines. Fiction and reality are overturned, and there are doubts about truth and falsehood. At the moment, if you want to fight for sorrow and anger, you immediately want to argue and be afraid. Echoing the lie is like snow, and the wild praise is like rain. The gods and Buddhas are always in front of them, so why don't the ghosts behind them move. Fortunately, he retreated silently, frowning and parting to sneer. When the times are difficult and the wind is against the sun, the unfilial rats vent their selfishness. The village criticized Dou Qi for poisoning, and the whole door was humiliated and sad.

There is no calamity in vain, and the descendants are chaotic;

Woe to the wall, pray for Xu He is sad.

The years are like a shuttle, the long green days are long, and the bustling light is blazing in the day. The pond front is sparse and the hedge surrounds the room, and the cloud mirror is charming and charming. Pray for milk and widowhood all year round, chanting and reciting mantras for shelter. The morning and evening worship Buddha homework is busy, and the Dharma sound is shown solo in the morning and evening.

Closed all day long, closed door to hold homework; Burning incense in the morning and dusk, the wooden fish singing and harmonizing; There is no need to be idle, and ignorance is a thief and lazy; There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, and Maitreya is far away.

The courtyard is wide, and Grandma Qi is empty and lies on the rattan bed, often looking at the two children to explore the secret. The erection buried his head in the clutter, digging the mud and digging the pit to try it. The ruins and rubble are looking for treasures, and the barren gardens and ditches are looking for treasures. Sweating and turning the earth, the body is bent and stretched. A hundred battles have not been fought in vain, and a thousand troubles have been stopped. If you are helpless, you can't sleep soundly against a tree. Accustomed to seeing wild dogs chasing village chickens, they take care of the remnants of flowers and fall in the wind. Ci Mei looked at the dirty monkey closely, and gently woke up Mo Anmei. The boy shouted with joy and leaped up like a royal horse. Left and right around the knees frolicking, gossiping and laughing and forgetting the decadence. Ma Jia is lucky to be lucky, and Xu's drowning is a hobby. However, this farmhouse is the only one to stay, and there is little restraint in the unbridled wildness.

Dig the soil and move the mountains to look at the end of the mountains, and throw stones to reclaim the sea and look at the sea. When to catch the wind with a rope, and when to cut the water with a knife. If the two children spared no effort, they would explore the secrets of the morning and dusk.

Chinese and foreign ancient and modern are in a hurry, who pays attention to the physics of heaven and earth. Grandma Qi sat on the rattan bed with her eyebrows raised, and anecdotes from the past were flooding. "Sesame" is old and old, and "rice" is rotten for a long time. The vast curtain is intertwined, and the piles are all in mind. Three words are endless, and two words can be said to be cool and twilight. The day is detailed and forgetful, and the head is briefly repeated. There is little smooth communication before and after, and there is no leakage between far and near. Trivial and fragmentary words are reversed, redundant and loose, and the words are wrong. The nagging did not stop, and the chatter shhh The cold moon is lonely, and the hot wind enters the house to disturb the seclusion. Xu Yuan looks like an old monk, detailing the ancestral history of the deep mountain temple. Ordinary neighbors don't hear each other, and their relatives and grandchildren are far away. summoned to arrest and other torturers, and accompanied them if they were obedient. Even if the subordinates have a thousand troubles, how can they take the liberty of being angry. Although he was suffering from all kinds of bitterness, He Yun was slightly disgusted. The face is frosty with his head raised, and his hips are on the stool. The sunset reflects the ugly window, and the ants move up and down. The widow is silent, and the conversation can be at the mercy of the low. Weisi returned early, and rushed to the rabbit alive. The stars shine and finally get tired, chewing and shaking their teeth. The generations fled quickly, and the rats were embarrassed and afraid. Once a mercy is obtained, no meeting will be made within nine weeks.

The road cannot be broken, and the escape cannot be chased. The world can be granted, and there is no public or private. Dewen Lao Tzu, benevolent Zhongni. Brothers love each other, and parents are merciful. There is an old man in the family, and he is not filial to a thousand deceitful. often makes people laugh and is repeatedly snubbed.

The ancient acacia of Yetang reflects the sunset, and the cloud mirror Huahe locks the mist. The hut is quiet and noisy, and the green flies silently gather against the rotten beetles. Children and grandchildren are full of suspicions, and they sit in a coma and are sullen during the day. It's like a folk song that few people know, as if there is no good sound. I have always lived alone and depressed my sorrows, and I sigh every cold night. The lonely shadow is depressed and relieved, and the love is empty and sad. After wandering for three weeks, he did not become a monk, and in April he hesitated and had no one to care about. The Majia naughty boy is just against the norm, and he listens like drinking dew. "Rotten hemp" is comparable to tender stamens, and "Chen Gu" is better than new Ganshu. Respectfully obey Qi Xu, and suspect that the two children will be fed.

Every time the two children accompany and listen, forget the falsehood of human feelings, doubt the true sect, and open a new door;

Often worship a thousand Buddhas to return, the poor bones are full of spring, and the next morning returns, wrinkled chrysanthemums.

I saw that Grandma Qi opened the chatterbox, and the rattan bed rapped and competed "churning". Yesterday I talked about the stinky things of childhood, and today I talk about the twilight of the twilight. The idle editor Li Kui swung his axe fiercely and talked about Dou E's injustice. If you don't turn upside down, you will be ashamed and smart. Often confused and often stuck, repeatedly overlapping and less obeying the rope. Ma Jia laughed and humbled, and made a bouquet of flowers.

Milk said that Tong Gong is useful, and the old things in previous years were uneven;

You don't have to listen carefully, and your words are incoherent and confusing.

The cloud mirror is open and quiet, and the frost is clear and bright. Qi Xu talked about it in the twilight, and the moon rose to stop resting and regretting the truce. Wanli is dedicated to thick clothes, docile shawls to accompany milk sincerity. Taihong sells obediently leaning closer, and the clever words are funny and laughing.

Qi Xu is widowed and long-lived, and his floating life seems to be so rare;

Ma Jia is kind to the old man, and he is playing around his knees.

The crescent moon in the wilderness hangs down the light, and the cloud mirror illuminates the scenery. Qi Xu was tired and silently said for a long time, opened his faint eyes and stretched out. Elderly but feel weak, fear and vague depression. Today, I am alive and strong, and now everything is due to the Buddha.

Dead wood sprouts two buds in spring, and the sunset in the small courtyard is glowing;

Joy is effortless, and everything goes to the Shakti family.

The wind wings fly and the clouds are ghostly, and the toad moon is slim and empty. The frost falls, the frogs chirp and the thatched houses are cold, and the leaves of the sparse hedges wither and the end of the trees. Grandma Qi's talk finally stopped, and she breathed for a moment and salivated. Fu Zhi was pleased to think of Shaohua, and looked forward to Lehuo at dusk: "Once the rock is turned upside down, a thousand wisdom swords will cut the hook." May the Buddha be merciful and know my heart, and I will only be liberated for a hundred years. ”

Qi Xu's Xi An Shuliang, the twilight of the years of longevity;

Since ancient times, no one has died, and the hundred-year-old plan is afraid of disappointment.

The sky is cold and the moon is clear, and the stars in the wilderness are windy and wide. Thousands of miles into the mind is not disgusted, raised his head and stared at the relief of relief: "This sacrifice is free, and the wisdom of sorrow understands the Bodhisattva Dao." Grandma Qi lives in a small courtyard, how can she ever be less open-minded for a while? ”

Qi Xu, reading ancient and modern classics, immortality is not honest, and he has not seen it;

Sigh Majia, linger in the mountains and rivers in the table, who opens a new chapter in heroic history.

Dade Han keeps the old clothes, and the monks are hungry and nostalgic for the ancient bowl songs. Qi Xu Ci looked at the thousands of miles, and looked at the vine Luo in the mirror under the moon: "It is especially advisable to streamline and fetter less, and envy and greed are entangled more." I will return to the Three Realms with my heart, and I will recite the Buddha with a harmonious mouth. If the body and mind are violated, Meng Gen is easy to make trouble. Poor dust follows all the realms, and thousands of catastrophes are all over the place. It is difficult to stay in the world if you are not old, but you can see Gui'e living in the Toad Palace. Since childhood, I have practiced to be healthy, and I am unable to be worried. ”

There is no gold and stone longevity in the world, and duckweed is scattered for a long time;

There are tens of thousands of Buddhas in the world, and only one or two are immortal.

The lonely lamp in the small courtyard shines on the children's concubines, and the ancient acacia is bright and dewy. Siyi snuggled up to Xu Yuan, salivating and soothing his face: "The good times of the past and the present are not easy to exist, and the Bodhisattva has always cherished cause and effect." The avenue is very affectionate, and natural milk can also become a Buddha. ”

Practicing the clouds to find the Buddha, where to seek the truth;

Seeing the truth in your heart, there is a true cause for becoming a Buddha.

Who has no eyes for truth, and becomes a demon without thoughts. I still feel that I am willing to be unrestrained, and I forget the joy and sorrow of Putuo. Even if everyone repaired Busa, there were not many fruits. Looking at Jia Wa like a child, Qi Xu was worried about his face: "Each word is more than Jin Dou big, and I don't know at least half a basket." The old woman guards the cloud mirror all the year round, why should I pity the widow?! ”

The old Wen Xuan barrister is extremely hard-working. The eyebrows are wonderful, and the tin staff is skillful to solve the tiger. Grandma Qi often dreamed of it, and then ascended to the altar Busa couple. The trance limit is approaching, and the heart lake has been stormy several times.

The high eaves are against the candle flame, and the glazed windows reflect the light. Don't listen to white heads and sorrows, and it's easy to be depressed when chatting about the world. If it weren't for the roots of the stars, how could you be healthy for ten thousand years? Si Yi turned Xuanzhu, snuggled up to Xu Yuan and persuaded with a smile: "Bow three incense sticks to the court, and eat a vegetarian meal every day." Sincerely respect the Buddha's heart, and naturally know, he will quickly fulfill his wish for milk.

The sun and the moon are too empty, and there is no fiber left. Siyi is cunning, and providence is not conspiring. There is nothing to learn from the law, and the small and big ones seek their own needs. Milk pray for longevity, regardless of spring and autumn.

Dengshi looked back and thought endlessly, and Linqi looked at the wide trench with a step. How to flatten the disadvantages of sinking, and the anointing sundial is bright. Hearing the secret secrets, Grandma Qi couldn't help but take the initiative to think: "With only our true hearts, cultivating Buddha and burning incense is foolish." ”

Tai Hong said a few words, provoking the milk to be happy. Ups and downs, pondering and reasoning. Shishu is sour and salty, and there is little to worry about. Since the spring breeze, I wish to start from here.

The cold smoke desert cages the treetops, and the lonely moon shines and hides the clouds. Ma Jia is funny to pray for milk, not only the belly is filled with sugar cakes and peaches. In the middle of the night, he rejoiced and did not return, stealing his eyes and covering his lips. In the end, he was unable to do so for a day, and the Sandman was harassed and scratched in a thousand ways. There was no noise in front of him, and Lang Da was noisy with his tail high. Tired pillow arm half arched back, lying on the ground pouting buttocks three feet high. Criss-cross stacking Arhats, upside down dreams and wild ponds. At this moment, the widow is also tired, and she pities the two cunning. Laughing and urging to wake up and stay quickly, and don't provoke your father and mother to talk about it at dusk. Hearing that he was in a trance and panicked, he seemed to be dumbfounded and scratching. chattered and chattered, but his shy face did not move at all. But the peep porcelain plate is empty, and the dessert melon is all gluttonous. The old man went to the room to serve fruit and food, and poured out the double children's stuffed pine cakes. Repeatedly told to return the promise, and do not run away when fulfilling the contract. The second child respectfully went out of the waist, and all of them raced far away to catch gold Ao. Tears and tears overflow the heat of the eyes, comforting the childish lamb who caresses his head. I am very grateful for the light of the Buddha, and I will send Xiao Shaosao. The tender sound and beautiful shadow can be filled, and the surrounding is peaceful.

The cloud mirror is not a family, Xuanzhi peach green wood;

The Huahe River is endless, and the spring breeze and autumn moon are empty.

You must know that I am not a golden stone, how can I get my wish for longevity. Spring and autumn change the frost, wealth and clouds are always protected. Materialization and migration from life, glory and fame are empty to treasures. Prosperity and decline have their own times, and it is better to establish morality as soon as possible. Pity is obsessed with passers-by, and the root is ignorant. Repeatedly exchange summer and cold, sincere and sincere. The road of cultivation travels to the east and believes in Zhenjian, and the red wheel falls in the west to reflect the snow. A lonely lamp accompanied by Sanskrit sounds, a hundred years old toothless and withered. Morning and evening homework rites, chanting sutras and praying: "Thousands of green lotuses form good causes, and ten thousand bodhisattvas bless Jiahao." Many children are healthy, and they will never grow old on an auspicious day. ”

Pengmen sits, stone and fire move. Some people become ghosts, and no cranes become immortals. Recite Nakan and say, self-pity with fate. Outside Yunjing Village, the tomb plough is a field.