Heaven's True Heart Era

The flowers raining all over the sky are colorful, falling into the world and wanting to be accompanied by dust. However, no one appreciates the defilement, The nectar is spread all over and the true nature is restored.

In the past, the court hall was repaired. The rise and fall of the road should not be discussed in terms of love and hatred. The past is like smoke dispersed by the wind, The king is left in the rubble.

Glory and wealth will eventually return to the dust. If you don't touch it, it's a big deal. If your delusion is destroyed, you will also die when you are drunk. How can you cook wine to discuss the past and the present?

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The wind blows and the geese return, The clouds disperse and the right path opens. Although it is not a rainy day, the rainbow is accompanied by white space.

Divine light and wonderful guqin It is not easy to drive away enemies Towering to protect the world Divine power shakes the world Wonderful music is composed into poems Nourish the hearts of everyone The place where the waves die The sea merges into a circle You and I are one body The waves also know that the sea is salty The essence is all present The dust and dew are accompanied by clouds and smoke

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Selflessness and altruism, You are me; Why do you think so, Separate between you and me? For example, the morning dew, the past days will be more bitter. But entering the sea of ​​clouds, Finally ending up in one place, The world is like a play, The years are like a song. There is nothing to touch, but there is Xiao He. They are all pseudonyms, for the convenience of you and me; Looking at it this way, don't make any two statements. If the mind is different, it is like being trapped in a swamp, illusory separation and separation, there is no escape. Although the world is hidden, don't forget you and me, illusion is like the sunset, staining the mountains and rivers.

"Eastern Spring, Summer and Autumn" The winter nights are as cold as frost, The spring dawn is also hesitant. When will the summer heat subside? The autumn wind is thinking about it.

A thousand years of unfinished dream, still in love today. Abandon this and live a good life, Go to hell. If the wood is not finished, Anren will return home. We all cross over if we have the fate, We sail to the other shore together.

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