All works of Cangyang Jiacuo

See or not-Cangyang Jiacuo, you see me, or you don't see me, I am there, I don't care about your thoughts, or I don't care about my feelings, I don't care about your love, or I don't care about you, or my hand is in your hand, I don't give up, I came to my arms or let me live in your heart, I silently loved each other that day. That year, I kowtowed and climbed on the mountain road, not to see you, but to keep your warmth; At that time, I turned the landscape into a stupa, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road. In January, I gently turned all the prayer tubes, not to cross, but to touch your fingerprints; That year, I kowtowed and hugged the dust, not for the Buddha, but for your warmth; At that time, I searched all over the mountains, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road; However, on that night, I forgot everything, gave up my faith, and gave up reincarnation. Just because the rose that once cried in front of the Buddha had already lost its former glory, I asked the Buddha-Cangyang Jiacuo I asked the Buddha: Why not give all the women a face of shame and shut the moon and feel ashamed? Buddha said: It was just a flash in the pan. Nothing is so beautiful as to blind the secular eyes. I gave it to every woman, but someone turned it gray. I asked Buddha: Why are there so many regrets in the world? Buddha said: This is a world of nuns. Nuns have no regrets, no matter how much happiness they give you, they will not feel happy. I asked Buddha Zu: How can people stop feeling lonely inside? Buddha said: Every heart is born lonely and incomplete. Most people spend their lives with this deformity, but they have missed it because they met the other half who can make it perfect, or they have lost their qualification to own it. I asked Buddha Zu: What should I do if I meet someone I can love, but I'm afraid I can't grasp it? Buddha said: how many feelings to leave in the world, how to meet the vicissitudes of the world and have a lover, do happy things without asking whether it is robbery or fate. I asked Buddha: How can I be as wise as you? Buddha said: Buddha is the experience of past lives, man is the Buddha of the future, and I was as naive as you. I asked Buddha Zu: Why does it always snow when I am sad? Buddha said: Winter is going to pass, so leave some memories. I asked Buddha zu: Why does it always snow at night and I don't care? Buddha said: people always miss a lot of real beauty inadvertently. I asked Buddha Zu: Will it snow in a few days? Buddha said: don't just stare at this season and miss this winter-the second one is best not to know, so that you won't miss each other. Third, it is best not to accompany you, so you don't owe each other. Fourth, it is best not to cherish each other, so you don't have to remember the fifth, so you don't have to fall in love, so you don't have to dislike the sixth, so you don't have to meet the seventh, so you don't have to promise each other, so you don't have to continue the ninth, so you don't have to meet, so you don't have to be together. But we met as soon as we met, but we never met when we met. Andrew and Jun are absolutely in harmony, so they won't teach life and death to be lovesick. -Cangyang Jiacuo, a woman who was turned over by a feast, is full of spring and gently nourishes her heart in Buddhism. She inadvertently looked up at me in the snowy plateau and trembled all over. On that day, I erected a prayer banner for her, and the ubiquitous Bodhisattva didn't say a word. The mountains in the twilight were held up by me, and the Sanskrit white clouds were silent. I meditated and stopped, and the Buddha was dreaming under the tree. How many secrets does a person need to hide in order to spend his life skillfully? That's a thousand years. This radiant plateau is heaven in three steps and two steps, but there are still so many people who can't walk because of their preoccupations. When their lover is lost, they can only look for lotus flowers in their dreams, and the world is full of Bodhisattva's smiles. The sky is impermanent, and the earth is impermanent. Looking back at the Buddha, it's me and I'm you-Cangyang Jiacuo was worried that the amorous feelings would damage Sanskrit, but he was afraid to leave the city when he entered the mountain. The world is at peace-Cangyang Jiacuo I am mercifully implementing the idea that everything in the world should spend a lifetime understanding time. After all, I still see everything. When Amitabha thought about it, the leaves were cold, and every tear warmed the buddhas. Everything in the world can't be older, but it is still in the water. I looked at it and thought, but I couldn't turn it around. Where have I been? Where is the dangerous spring? Beautiful flowers are wrong again and again. Cuckoo makes a sound. Women outside Buddhism were told that while enjoying flowers, they protected important events in the world that had no beginning or end. This whole life has been ruined. When it comes to fate, the Vatican is as calm as the stars in the night sky. I love my people anonymously and accurately, but they keep disappearing from my palm prints. The chivalrous woman in the dust still makes people fly away every night, just to hug herself tightly. I just like the smell of weeds in the flute. Silence-miserable, I drank water to quench others' thirst, and the prodigal son who failed to keep the lightning was reduced to king. A grain of highland barley finally made all beings forgive. The girl who sleeps with flowers on her pillow wakes up tactfully and gives up the opportunity to bloom again and again for a burning look. Even her own name disappeared in my dream. I accepted other people's manners without mercy. Hunger and thirst make it harder for me to pick up waste. This is a round to take back what I said. I also gave you a compulsory course before-lotus falls, and blood is harder than iron. As soon as the peach blossom fell, I knew that my death was ridiculous. Which anniversary is not worthy of my resurrection? You have the right to worship me, but you have no right to hug me. The mountains and rivers are too light to bear. Every tear flows to the sea. Have it, have it, have it, have it, have it, have it, have it, have it, have it, how to go all the way in the world at once? I have a silver bowl in my hand. The Lhasa River was repeatedly considered by a woman. +0 For many years, you have been living in seclusion in my wound. I let go of heaven and earth, but I never let go of you. Qian Shan in my life makes you bid farewell to everything in the world one by one. Apart from life and death, what is not meddling? Whose privacy is not reflected? The flowers buried in the dead pile, to some extent, opened and closed. The fruit of Bodhi plays in an empty mountain. Tell me how many anniversaries you have hidden under the fallen leaves, which means that I am happy. The love of teenagers is never enough with a glass of wine. One thing is enough. The wooden bridge preset for the afternoon was broken by a woman before dawn, which is easy to realize. Who can tell how many lovers are missing from the blade? One person plays the piano in the snow, and the other person knows each other in the snow. I sat alone on the top of Sumeru Mountain, watching the clouds in Wan Li. Besides, I dare not miss death. They use stones to lose weight. They have tried to lie once, and the snow has only stopped once. How many beauties and herbs does it take to tame an ambition? Horseshoe pounding on the roof of hell. A lot of means and wisdom were abandoned in the wilderness. Some people are used by others and can only live a wonderful life in wine and color, but they are unfortunate people who work hard. I am lucky to die step by step, but who is inside and outside the empty door? The thought of these spring seedlings is already green to my pillow. The weather changed before my mood changed, and the disaster suddenly became colder than my reputation. Everyone is under a spell. I started with a false accusation, and my mind is simple and complicated. The future is full of traps. Only the scripture carved on the bone pushed me away. At first glance, the hero in the floating dust and the beauty in the mirror are all quietly passing away. I live and die again and again, while others are ashamed everywhere. As soon as I left the mountain, all the birds flew in the opposite direction I was covered by the world, and I was knocked down by myself as soon as I turned around. Since then, most people who are ambiguous about themselves and have repeatedly witnessed them have died of their mantra, and some even died of virtue. The only shortcut is to omit the admirer, and I will understand it instantly in a drop of flower dew. First, they misunderstood each other on both sides of the Lhasa River, and then they quickly evaluated each other in details. I went through the face that lost my gender and came to the mountain to rest and practice. A seed inadvertently thrown into the soil inadvertently caused a sensation in the plateau. Lovers make my most sensitive place sad. It is raining. Many people are waiting to disappoint me with umbrellas. While I was defending, I was also being struck by lightning. Wildflowers can't save the savage blind. It is a poet's business to live blindly with imaginary food. Not the average person or the prince can afford it. If the bones are hard, the more people love each other, the lighter they die. Those who live an impersonal life with their eyes open should listen with their ears open. As soon as they think of life, they go to Buddhist temples, believing that life is neither big nor small. You didn't. I've thought about how a good man should live. All right, all right, you're too good. Just take nine people who are naturally thirsty for wine. Then who will sharpen the sword, and the small and medium-sized people will rise up and feel ashamed. There is no price for clouds, wine, Futian and merit. Cook each other with eyes. Who can let go of who? Let's leave now. Let's leave now. Destined love keeps falling with fate. When a seed destroys many people's dreams, good steel and good people are used together in the blade. There is only one dream between topics. Dreamers are wind, flower buds and sheep. Whose sword can breathe a sigh of relief at an early date? On a fresh morning, he bowed his head and returned to the kitchen seriously with a poem, avoiding the feast of the day. Birthday extended from Tiequan to Jianfeng and was deeply mourned. . . . . . Who is the right person to get down to business? 1 1 sitting under the bodhi tree, I looked at the chess and said nothing about the gains and losses in the past and the next. 12 I use all the roads in the world to go back and forth from where I come from, just like the moon returns to the middle of the lake and the wild cranes rush to the clouds. I stepped on you, and then a heavy snow sealed everyone's mouths. 13 that woman is covered in clothes. It is a place that the eyes of spring scenery can't wash away. When flowers and plants smile, there are mountains and rivers, but the shining turquoise reflects the karma of her life. She sat in her own depths to avoid evil spirits, and then missed those who misunderstood her. The land of six dusts is full of flowers she planted. 14 in order to meet you in this life, I have left room in my last life. It's dark, and everyone is ashamed. Those wayward girls are separated by tiger skin lines. Those wayward monks were separated. They stubbornly cite examples, but an autumn rain has tampered with all parrots and thrushes in the world. I am comfortably lost in the cold wind-I am not me, who am I? 15 discuss our afterlife with a lotus flower, and then spend the rest of our lives traveling around each other and returning to the world. People's hearts have changed for thousands of years. The river in front of us is being distorted by strange folk customs, and it has been requisitioned by one person for thousands of years. On the other hand, tens of millions of people are endlessly encouraged by candidates to go to the wild for independence and try to remedy all kinds of lost excuses. In this world, every step you take towards me leaves an empty city. At this time, a poisonous arrow that had never been shot doomed my only retreat.