Author Ma Yu 休言百岁,七十者稀。那更不测。闲想妻男,自己总是行尸。眼前荣华境界,是昏迷,性命根基。如省悟,把家缘撇下,物外修持。灵利翻成懵懂,便蓬头垢面,密护玄机。真息绵绵,祥瑞遍满华夷。欲赴蓬莱径路,仗三千,功满云归。神光灿,与大仙相聚,有甚*伊。 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