The dragon has nine sons, each with his own unique temperament ―― brothers and sisters may be different in many ways.
Deng Hainan
Inscription: According to ancient myths and legends in China, Longsheng has nine sons. Their names are Bi, Satire, Pulong and Yi.
Bihan, Mud, Pteris vittata, Bud, Rubber Garden.
Yang Shen's Collection of Sheng Security (Volume 81): "As the saying goes, nine sons don't make dragons ..."
One: doomed to bear the burden.
It's turtle-shaped, so heavy, it's a monument. )
Dragon descent,
It is also a variant of the dragon.
Father is flying proudly in the sky,
But the son humbly fell to the ground,
Carrying a heavy stone tablet.
The name belongs to the dragon,
The body is
A turtle.
Because the shell is hard,
So it must be
Stick your chest and abdomen to the soil,
Carry a load on your back.
Just take it, take it,
Carrying the story of the previous dynasty,
Hurricanes and rainstorms,
Over the years.
In front of the misty eyes,
How many tourists pass by,
But no one has ever
Read the inscription on my back completely.
No one seems surprised by this,
The weight of the monument
and
Tortoise's perseverance.
This is the burden of your life.
The weight that must be landed,
Don't force you,
Who are you pressuring?
I remember when I was a child,
I have seen someone cut open a turtle.
That heart,
Playing in the bare place for a long time!
So, there is a huge rock holding it down.
In the silence of your heart,
Are there any?
A beating heart?
Second: the name of loneliness.
(ridicule, good hope, good adventure, love to put out fires, for the temple ridge beast head. )
Everyone knows that the palace
This is an extremely serious place.
Everyone is here except the emperor.
You can't even move,
Only to Nuo Nuo,
Never talk with a smile.
Facing the king.
But a long time ago,
There are some free and easy figures in the palace.
You can talk nonsense boldly.
Have a dream, a tall man,
Laugh at Chu Zhuangwang's asking for gifts from Guo Shi, and bury his feelings;
It is suggested to use a cauldron instead of carving coffins.
So the fat horse was finally buried in people's stomachs.
A short actor,
I once satirized Hu Hai,
It's a good idea to paint all over Xianyang city.
Can make the siege enemy slide down the wall.
Tai Shigong wrote these down.
Disrespectful teasing of the monarch;
Bitter irony,
In fact, it can only grow in fertile soil.
When did it start?
This clown, auspicious beast,
By emperors who didn't understand humor later
Hanging firmly on the roof.
Only quietly, quietly,
Lying on the abandoned ridge of the temple.
That swearing mouth,
Since then, it has been stuffed into a thick beam.
After seeing the tree of ridicule cut down,
The grass of flattery has grown all over the stadium.
Those disgruntled literati,
Have to put the stinging language
Chew it all and swallow it;
You can hold the court in your hand,
It's all respectful red tape
Once laughter becomes dangerous,
Who dares to hum?
You love and are good at putting out fires,
But a thousand years later,
In another thousand years,
You just squat silently on the ridge of the temple,
Stunned,
Watching helplessly.
Third: For whom does the bell toll?
(Bran, that's a good song. It's the beast button on the clock.)
In nature,
There are two kinds of voices.
One comes from rocks,
One comes from the soil.
From the rocks,
This is the sound of two bells.
Flames from the depths of the stone
It's hard to find a golden pure voice,
Transparent melody
In a carefully carved mold,
Casting and molding.
You are the life and soul of that clock.
The cooled metal contains great enthusiasm,
One-off effect
The singing in the distance will become very high.
From the earth,
Those big and small, all kinds,
Thick, thin, deep and shallow.
ceramic tile
They bumped into each other happily,
Send out an overwhelming
Noise.
My ears are full of intimacy, I find clothes,
Rubbing meat, creaking tables and chairs ...
A complete body
Show the trauma of desire.
No one wants to go to the canyon to listen to the sounds of nature.
Feel the ups and downs of Lin Tao and waterfalls.
The soul of music,
Has been exiled by happy city.
It seems that no one works hard to cast a clock anymore.
No one rings the bell piously anymore.
The technology of casting clocks and watches has been used to cast money.
That majestic and deep voice,
Has weathered into a shiny side.
Light and trivial.
Your bell protector,
You are a good singer,
Is it still possible?
Stick to the timing?
Fourth: speak fairly.
(Armadillo, tiger-shaped, litigious, standing above the prison gate, a charter. )
Shaped like a tiger, powerful,
So he stood at the prison gate and looked at the cell.
Strangely, there are two contradictory names:
Slave animals,
Use two dog-proof arms;
A follower,
It's called a charter.
Essentially a litigant,
But have no right to argue about right and wrong,
Plead guilty and wash away.
Since ancient times,
Life and death of prisoners are decided by the authorities.
A word "litigation" is the black and white impermanence of Yamaraja Temple.
Once that charming bush falls,
Dou E can only cry injustice.
You were in vain at the prison gate,
I have been used to this abnormality for thousands of years.
Now, you can take off the shape of a tiger,
Walk into the prison gate, raise the password,
Provide litigation or non-litigation consultation,
Apply the law to this case.
Right or wrong, innocent or guilty,
You can't just listen to the gavel of the official case,
It is also necessary to argue in court with the power of language.
The emergence of the word "litigation",
Originally: half is written and half is open.
Seek justice by words.
With the stone of freedom of speech,
Establish a square of social justice.
Only in this way, your name,
So that we can be fair
It should be called ...
Charter.
Fifth: desire is smoke.
(Sister-in-law, lion-shaped, good fireworks, standing on the incense burner or Buddha's seat)
A smoking beast,
Incense burner that has been burning for many years,
It's a paradise where you lie down.
I don't know from which era,
The ceremony of burning incense and worshipping Buddha,
It began to prevail in temples and pagodas.
That's weird,
Buddha is the awakened one,
It was cut off cleanly long ago.
Secular smoke and troubles;
Later, devout or not-so-devout believers,
It's a day-to-day passion.
Smoking in front of the incense burner.
I wonder if they understand the profoundness of Buddhism?
Simply believing in Buddhism,
It seems that only
Look at the thickness of incense ashes in the furnace.
The most transcendental philosophy,
Can do the most practical understanding:
As long as you put your hands together,
Say amitabha.
So you're lying by the incense burner,
See through the prayers of various people.
With incense in his hand,
Not to the Buddha,
But ask the Buddha:
Seek children, happiness and courtship;
Seek official position, wealth and longevity. ...
Under the rising smoke
In a word,
It's a candle flame, a censer,
Religions in the world,
Each has its own reasons.
Christ makes people repent,
God commands obedience,
The Buddha made people realize.
But many pilgrims around the world,
But I always pray to the Buddha stubbornly.
Thick and light on the incense burner,
This is an eternal desire.
Maitreya, Wei Tuo and the Four Heavenly Kings,
Guanyin bodhisattva and eighteen arhats,
Everyone must be careful not to cough.
You smoking beast,
Just for the transcendental Buddha
Smoke this secular pipe.
Sixth: mourn the river.
(Pteris vittata, good water, standing on the bridge post)
The rough waves are clear,
You can wash my tassels;
The water in the rough waves is turbid,
You can help me rub my feet. "
Together with the bridge column,
Standing in the water
Look at the waves,
Feel the flow of the river
Accompanied by Polygonum multiflorum Thunb and White Lotus,
Think of fish, shrimp and aquariums.
Turtle, turtle and round catfish all have big mouths.
Misgurnus anguillicaudatus, short eel and long crab all have no heads.
These creatures in the river,
Has always been my friend.
Peach blossoms bloom and spring water rises.
Snowflakes float, water falls in winter,
Frogs chirping cicadas, sea urchins splashing in the midsummer river,
The geese fly with frost, and the river is as clear as the sky in late autumn.
But that's already
The story of the past.
What a charming rhythm it used to be,
Between the sky and the earth,
Between mountains and seas,
Between the stream and the river,
Gouyun, steaming, dripping,
This is an eternal poem of nature.
You people,
Used to be a child who needed breastfeeding.
Villages and cities,
All snuggled up to her.
She drinks water. Irrigated by her,
Rely on her to help you.
Put heavy goods,
Gently transport it from here to there.
At that time, she was your wet nurse
Later generations grew up, smart and tough.
People are dirty, too
Shit and blood, garbage swill, waste residue pesticides, arsenic, mercury, benzonitrile. ...
It was all thrown into the river.
The source of life carries filth.
The Yangtze River is crazy,
The main body of the Yellow River is shrinking,
The Huaihe River is covered with spots.
Mother River has become your abandoned wife.
What is the purpose of survival?
Turn all the green hills into cement?
Turn all rivers into sewers?
Whether to destroy the only earth,
So you can do interstellar travel smartly?
In the children's compositions,
There are no more words like blue sky and green water.
In their innocent eyes,
The sky is gray,
This river is black.
Silent under the bridge, mourning the river,
The stream of people rushing over my head,
Busy with their affairs,
Nobody seems to care about my feelings.
Together with the bridge column,
Standing in the water
No waves,
The river stopped flowing.
The water in the rough waves is fishy,
How to comfort my heart?
The rough waves are poisonous,
Why are you touching my skin?
Seventh: Deprivation of life
The knife ring, the handle and the sword throat are all decorated with artistry that is easy to kill. )
Everyone will die,
This is the inevitable result.
How people die,
It's a problem.
There is only one life:
Breathing, heartbeat, thoughts.
There are different forms of death:
Old age and illness,
Life has left me,
There is nothing to say.
Suicide,
I'm the one who wants to leave life.
Maybe it's sadness,
Maybe because of despair,
Maybe it's because I'm too tired to live,
After all, it is your choice to die.
Car accident, air crash, accident,
The power of life was suddenly cut off,
Fall into darkness unprepared.
Only by being killed,
Others took my life,
Is the most unbearable impulse.
And you, the executioner holding the blade,
The knife goes up and down,
Rivers of blood.
Throughout the ages,
Kill people like hemp.
A piece of history
Just remember:
Who would kill someone,
The man who was killed.
Robbers kill people,
The government also kills people;
Evil killing,
Justice also kills people;
Righteousness kills people.
Unreasonable is also indiscriminate;
To Kill a Dead Man
Has become an inevitable human behavior,
Just because of your violent personality?
There have been times like this,
Power machines can kill people happily-
Revolt, plot evil,
Revolutionary party,
Or counter-revolutionary,
Can be a reason to kill.
Even if it's just disrespect and rudeness,
You can be a ghost by the sword.
There are also many shocking cases-
One person can easily kill others,
Even killed a few people, ten people,
Without cause or result,
No worries, no guilt,
The reason is that
For the money,
Because of jealousy,
Even if it's just a temporary resentment.
Revenge must be reported-
Once a person becomes a fugitive,
In the name of the law,
You must open your mouth and accept the punishment.
For history, we feel:
Why did you kill so many people you shouldn't have killed!
For reality, you will be surprised:
How can there be so many people who should be killed!
People who illegally deprive others of their lives,
His life should be deprived by law.
But the way the death penalty is executed
It's getting farther and farther away from the original intention of killing.
There was a car crack, late ling and waist cutting. ...
And then beheaded in unison.
Then, the death penalty replaced beheading,
Injection is replacing shooting again.
Killing for a living
It is still a universally recognized jurisprudence;
But the way it's done,
As mild as seeing a doctor.
There was an American poet named Hank Reizel,
Talk about violence in a poem.
He wrote:
Knives are used to cut bread.
This poem touched me deeply.
I wonder if there will be such a day,
All knives are only used to cut bread and plates.
Eight: Excessive intake
(Kiss, swallow, eat, stand a tripod, also known as gluttony)
it's because
In China's memory,
There are too many hunger scares;
Just to eat.
Have a strong desire.
Grass root bark,
Wotou porridge;
Meat and vegetable collocation,
Four dishes and one soup;
Six dishes and eight bowls,
Ten plates and ten lamps;
Major cuisines,
Man-Han banquet;
People's appetite,
Can adapt to any situation.
Finally, the famine is over,
Feast day,
I came to people in high spirits.
Sichuan food is red,
Beijing food is yellow,
Cantonese food is green,
Shandong cuisine is purple. ...
A bird fell into the plate,
The same animal was caught on the table.
Chicken, duck, fish,
Not surprising;
Snakes, turtles, shrimps and crabs,
What a good road.
If you want to eat, you have to eat mountains and waters.
Chewing is grotesque;
Rare species in the forest are forced to migrate to cities,
Sea aquarium landed on the beach on a large scale;
Suddenly, hot pot became popular.
There is a boiling ocean on the dining table.
He said, "Eat to live,
Live not to eat. "
Of course, eating is to live,
Eat vegetables and other things alive.
I want to eat anything,
Dare to eat anything,
You can eat anything.
Take it in,
Regardless of digestion;
As long as it tastes comfortable,
Who cares about that?
Overloaded internal organs.
More neglected.
Snoring after a big meal,
And the accumulation of fat in the brain and intestines,
Will squeeze the mind out of the body.
Greedy for money,
Greedy,
Why is it depicted as an animal coat of arms?
In fact, no animal is born greedy,
Even tigers, leopards, jackals,
Hunting and eating are never enough;
Gluttony is actually a person:
Greed is not only appetite,
And the infinite expansion of self-existence.
In the eyes of thin Jesus,
Gluttony is a great sin.
Don't control your appetite too much,
Humans will eventually die of greed.
In the age of hunger,
People are swollen;
The greasy age,
People are obese.
Why is it difficult to maintain?
The kind of health that is poor in tea and rice?
Gluttony, gluttony,
Too complicated strokes were used;
People, mouth, knife, hands, feet,
It is the most beautiful Chinese character.
In fact, life
There is no need to eat too much nutrition.
Nine: My heart is dead.
(Jiaoyuan, so idle, standing in front of the shop)
After writing about my eight brothers,
I want to give it to myself,
The lazy man standing in front of the shop,
Draw a self-portrait
"With an oiled paper umbrella, alone.
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane again ... "
Ancient literati
Are all in this kind of
In artistic conception
Grow gracefully.
Leisure is the most striking feature of people like us-
Taibai has leisure and ambition,
"I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and boarded the Qingyun ladder";
Tao Qian has nothing to do,
"Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan".
Luo Guanzhong surveyed the situation of the three countries,
Shi Naian offered love to Liangshan heroes,
Wu Cheng'en wandered to the west,
Pu Songling prefers foxes and ghosts,
Because there is nothing to do.
Cao Xueqin is extremely idle,
Ten years of cold nights, a dream of red mansions,
Write about the clutch in the world,
Human joys and sorrows.
Things have changed, things have changed,
Buffalo leisurely in the building,
Suddenly driven into the market by the times,
Appreciate the whip on your back.
A sonorous melody,
Silence in the jingle of coins;
Thick pages,
It's dwarfed by piles of money.
Primitive seamless mental state
It's broken,
Into a Teflon frying pan
Eggs of anxiety.
Remember the fable of buying drawers and returning pearls?
Boxes are bought and sold all over the world,
And real pearls.
This is very rare.
Oil-paper umbrella, it's so classic,
Hesitation is in danger of being abandoned.
There are no more in the world.
Such a long and lonely rain lane;
All the streets were dyed red with dust,
All pedestrians are in a hurry.
Busy, busy, busy,
Never cared in the past
This "busy" word:
It turned out to be a dead heart!
I don't have time to think about it,
A quiet and far-reaching heart,
Has gradually dissipated in the busy.
We live in this land of Sri Lanka,
Too crowded, too busy!
Keep cultivating,
Keep sowing,
Keep cutting,
Crop after crop.
But are we done?
Make a mistake in your busy schedule?
How much we need a leisure meadow,
Let the flower of the mind grow freely.
"With an oiled paper umbrella, alone.
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane. "
I wonder if we can meet.
What do I hope to meet?
The girl likes lilacs.