Author Wang Zhe 观尘境尽。总把浮名修整。此假合形骸皆不悟,犹然待,巧妆驰骋。百岁韶华能有几,到七十,难逃逝景。*里面真真,罪业愈重,无由祛屏。如省。当初一点,莹清明炳。速认他,从来呼甚麽,元是圆成光影。又唤金丹仍粒粒,好做主,重令永永。愿凡世,人人个个,回头浇淳休逞。 Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments