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What poems did Yong Zhengdi write?

Xijiangyue burst into laughter when he became a 16 book when he was making a movie.

First of all.

The mud cow at the bottom of the sea is silent. Hang a tree and throw a stone sheep. Three thousand broken hands hold up the clear sky. But it makes people dream and listen to the iron donkey. Listen to Ma Si hissing. The copper snake burrowed into the stone edge. The rabbit horn and turtle hair are the same.

Second.

There are not three or one roads. Ordinary people say three things. Finally, meditation is very strange. :

This sentence is not a dream. This sentence is not this sentence. This sentence is not a three-sentence sentence.

The height should be in an instant. Thousands of pools are everywhere in January.

Third. _

All over the world, the Buddha is wonderful. Vientiane looms among them. I have practiced Kunwu before.

Don't recite the scriptures by heart, you will get 1000 kinds of the same results. You can't do six things.

If you are calm. Don't waste your time.

Fourth.

Smoke, water, clouds and mountains overlap. The future of Wan Li. Silent and clear.

Daqian sat for a moment. From cold to summer. Who is cloudy and sunny? Laugh at the sun and the moon. Three silent songs.

Fifth.

Eight winds can't blow. There are also catkins and poplars. It's wonderful and reasonable.

What will be useful on the road is not empty talk. No, Pocha is in the house.

Clearly report directly to your family. No, don't explore strange methods.

Sixth.

Four orders of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Covered with high-thickness dry rays. There is only one thing. Too hard.

There are canals everywhere. Look at it but you can't see it. It sounds complicated and silent.

I want to know the name and ontology of this thing. Cover your eyes and recognize each other.

Seventh.

Nose, tongue, body, brain, eyes and ears. Sweet touch color sound. But without treatment, you will be well informed.

Turn it into six kinds. God sees everything with all sentient saints. Buddha's nature is ignorance.

Empty into a wonderful body. More than thirty-two should be.

Eighth.

The heart of the Buddha bead is printed. The sand around the outline has no boundary. The dust brake is full of circles.

Disassemble and assemble an invisible wonderful body with a square inch visible. Tathagata treasures are rare.

But to abandon life and die, to be true. Root dust is naturally removed.

Nine.

Sorakara Ku is very sexy. Color is empty. The color air plug is the same as before.

Implicit and explicit measurement, its fixed motion, dynamic motion and static motion. Do you want to move?

Rise and fall, gain and loss, listen to the weather. In the pure land of amitabha.

Tenth.

The fog locked up the vast Yangtze River. Clouds seal flowers and moons. In an instant, the wind, fog and clouds dispersed.

The mountains and rivers are still far and near, and the turbid waves are stirred into crisp cheese. Everything turned into gold.

Don't worry. Clouds are walking past him in a daze.

Eleventh.

One two three four five six. Six one two five four three. Being sumeru is a waste of time.

It is said that reverse exchange is not a magical effect. This is also illegal.

The stone man's nose hangs down his lips. Who knows how to practice for nothing?

The twelfth. :

Good and evil sow melons and beans. It is also an empty flower. Why not plant your own wild family?

A grain in your heart is priceless. This grain is not empty. Buds are everywhere.

It is so ingrained that it is difficult to draw a picture all over the world.

The thirteenth.

Ten-party world legal system. It is called the incarnation of Tathagata. Don't be false, seek truth.

That is to say, at present, put it away and turn it away. The more you give up, the deeper you get into it.

The real trick is unintentional. Very vivid and clear.

Fourteen

The year of sparks and lightning. It's too late to catch up. How many hours have passed.

In an instant, illness is like a snap of your fingers. There are many ways to get lost.

It is ridiculous to laugh at the world. Big enough to look for water by the river.

The fifteenth.

The supreme Tao is separated from words. Wind, clouds and moon dew become songs. Handy but unintentional.

Talk about leisure, how many poetry clubs. It's amazing to portray the struggle.

Flat head and crossed hands. Always attracted to the devil.

The sixteenth.

Several poems by Xi Jiangyue. I can't laugh at court merchants. Uneven rhyme is not loud.

It's like singing silently. I wonder if I'm all thumbs. Think without thinking.

The game Samadhi happens every once in a while, and so does the cavity board.

Qixi Festival;Chinese Valentine's Day

Wan Li clear sky, Xianqiao magpie driving.

Sun has another appointment. Is the world so heartless?

The string and the moon pierce the needle, and the shade of flowers drips.

The night is cool, and the riverside is full of flowers.

Give birth on a cold night.

The night is cold and quiet, and the dream is broken.

Dreams are the most real, but dreams are short and hard to kiss.

Whoever sits up straight teaches Meng Jiaduo to start repairing the air curtain in the corridor.

Unfortunately, the two places are separated by five mountains, and this feeling is only long-lasting.

Pregnant in Mid-Autumn Festival

It's like the leaves are blooming, and it's hard to ban solitary columns.

The west wind separates the two places, one day it is cold and rainy, and the geese are cold.

Cut the candle and sing new autumn sentences, recalling the old joys and sorrows of wine and paper.

At this time, the appointment has been made, and the osmanthus looks different.

Yongzheng December carpe diem poems

The first month of the lunar year

A song that is not old and just right in the first month.

Life likes to catch cold and be first served by the spring lantern.

February

Everything dissolves vegetation and takes it to dip in apricot flowers.

I don't think your map has many levels, so it won't burn all over the mountain.

March

The world is passionate and revived, and it is rich in seeking youth and stepping on horses.

When we meet, we can borrow Dong Jun's convenience to sing a poem and draw a picture appropriately.

April

Poetry is new, charming and more poetic, so the umbrella pleated skirt will always look like this.

The flowers in the group also know the solar terms of the DPRK, and their companions have lived slowly for a long time.

May

Jiangge boarded the board, quite eager to win, and the son of Zhongdu succeeded.

In its heyday, Qu Yuan was attached to his old age, vying to see the dragon boat carrying new things.

June

People are like the south of the Yangtze River in the new summer, half a wisp of light smoke is tender.

Easy to draw? Z listens to the rain and stays in Wu Shan overnight.

July

The light of the year is green, and the sun river is full of stars.

I only love Junshan and Han Yan, and the Central Plains faces He Sen.

August

The strong moon tide has been uneven for a long time, so what drives the painting of fireflies?

I am a trend pioneer, and several middle-aged people are not tired!

September

Heaven and earth are old colors, and human poets are longing for spring.

Cornus officinalis, full of lofty sentiments, sat for a long time and never came back.

October

Goldwind to Qiu Chan pharynx, high curative value sing Hugh.

Who planted silent chrysanthemums all over the mountain and let them shine in the ruling and opposition,

November

Looking for the old mountain road is like rhyme, and the pen makes Xiao Yan entertain guests.

I have been in this world for a long time, but I have no interest in it.

December

Today, the power grid is on again, and thousands of families are buried in the snow.

Inscription When the mood is cold, what makes a vegetarian baby guess?

Watch the lights in the first month, go for an outing in February, enjoy peaches in March, flow in April, and may? Boat, cool in June, begging for cleverness in July, enjoying the moon in August, enjoying chrysanthemums in September, painting in October, meditating in November and snowing in December.