"[Xu Song] Memory of Nanshan" Xu Song puts his hands together, Amitabha.
Beauty is not born from a mother's womb, but should be grown from a peach tree.
I hate that peach blossoms fall easily, but the falling flowers are more sentimental than yours.
I once worried that being passionate would harm my holy life, and when I entered the mountains, I was afraid that I would not be in a beautiful city.
In this world, there is peace and harmony, and I will live up to the Tathagata and live up to you.
Buddha, neither happy nor sad, cloud, pain, originates from that beautiful and incomparable tea plant.
Buddha, love you, love me, love all things.
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"[Xu Song] Wuxiang": Xu Song transforms into a prince. There are wild grasses and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge, and the sun sets at the entrance of Wuyi Alley. In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people. ——Liu Yuxi
A heavy rain poured out bursts of white smoke on the bluestone slab. Bubble greedily breathed in the smell of corpses mixed in the wind. The vermilion door paint was mottled, and there was only a spark of blood-red lanterns on both sides. Standing at the entrance of the alley, staring at the deep dark alley.
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"[Xu Song] Remaining Snow on Broken Bridge" Facing the West Lake, it is the season when spring is warm and flowers are blooming. The remaining snow on the broken bridge dissolves gently with the fingertips, and the willows are blown by the wind, but they suddenly appear, as if a woman walked out of a painting, and lotus flowers grow at every step. "I'll call you Bingli, okay?" But in the end, he left me because of Bing... Xu Song picked up a fairy as his wife.