Our Different Paths

Our Different Paths

The sound of the wind blowing through the pine trees, who hears it
Deep and mysterious, quiet and without people's approval
When the first boat sails into the night, it's the moment of a white young man, simple and pure

The tea guest talks and the wind flows, the moonlight is bright and the geese fly in the sky
If this is a home or a dream, who can tell
In every direction, there's a path leading to the sea

Every time this point is mentioned, it's hard to find an outsider to discuss
In the present, the wood is simple and the born should be proud
Endlessly coming and going, forgetting the past and the future, the ice is clear and the sea is vast
Because of the wrong tea, the fate is far away

Once, An Na's heart was compared to dust, and the search was difficult
Once, understanding was lost and the past was forgotten
How can I not be surprised, even if the wind is chaotic and the rain is scattered
The clouds are dense and the night is hard to enter

Once, the heart was like a small sandalwood, playing with the dirt
Once, the waves were calm and the morning was bitter
The chaos is on the gang, and the chaos is deep and deep, entering the ghostly path and writing on the sand
First the soul and then the sea

The sticky porridge is like a river, the heart is full of thoughts, why is it lonely
The spirit is not broken, the spirit is nothing

One kind of famous, three respected, the text is elegant and the sky is full of people
The white jade is small and the end is cold
The difficult thing is to be a person, the affection is light and the time is fleeting

It should be clear that hatred cannot be resolved in front of you
Leave it in your heart and create chaos
Only willing to be pure, still chaotic but no one understands
The broken road must also be paved

The hands are raised to the sky, the sun sets without seeking a face
The eyes are sharp, the eyes are deep, and the moment will fly and disappear

Jiang Yanli
The sky is full of clouds, the sound of the drums is endless
Who can shed tears like rain

Jiang Cheng
Always, the ice and snow are not as good as the original intention
Always, the world is chaotic and there is no escape from suffering
A dream will connect the flowers without leaving a trace
How to hold hands and how to comfort

Jin Guangyao
Always, people come and go, and the whole book is full
Always, the truth is clear, how can it not be accepted
Don't hold your hands, the body is empty and the mind is lonely
Who can truly face me

Laughing, I am a tiger, with flesh and bones hidden in the wind
One question, three steps, who can see through
People are rich and poor, changing hearts and suffering
The little bitter earth reveals the true darkness

A stream of flowers from the past
The lotus blooms but does not return
Not to mention the sky opening up a new garment
The call of the ghost is always to be the master

Finally, the compassion is like a cloud, the wind is like mud
Fear of being alone, afraid of being a tree
Poor and rich, there is nothing