The Holy Stealer

The flying dragon soared into the sky and hit the clear water, and the Milky Way fell into the mortal world. Zhigu Mountain is lush and lush, surrounded by sea of ​​clouds, pines hanging on the cliffs, birds hiding in the forest, animals running in the mountain streams, not listening to silk and bamboo, only listening to the chirping of insects. As a woodcutter, I walk alone, with a sharp ax in hand, and a long rope. I obey the teacher's orders and sharpen my mind. There are clouds in the mountain rules, dots and scrolls, all things have spirits, and there are good deeds in the heart. There are animals living in the tall trees, and the young forest has not yet become a tree. The sunset changes the sunny sky, Green forests point to green mountains, The body is like light smoke falling, Homecoming is like a flying arrow. The water waves come across and the leaves turn eastward, which is not the actual style of painting lotuses. (Like this one the most.)