Love, Lama Love

Love, Lama Love

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[REVIEW] my thoughts, repeated in the Potala Palace, Acacia you do not have to lengthy omitted warble, I am willing to listen to you over and over again to me talk, Lhasa river landing, along with your soothing cadence and flow.  Friends xyong translator is the information from NASA, the mid-eighties, graduated from the English Department of Tsinghua University, study time, often go to a bookstore in Vienna, found there on the shelves, filling your poems Chinese writer Books more than half, thus I know a strange name, is world-renowned poetry you wind Kusakabe alive today, I read a lot of rubbish, when a friend introduced to you my three hundred years ago a sudden, I’m from across time and space of the Tang Dynasty, and now you Zhuimu.    Your talent, like the mysterious Bermuda, non-negotiable to abduct my all, I Herd catch on grasshoppers boat, under your huge magnetic absorption, instantly broke down.I even noble Queen, also reluctantly took off his robes and put on her daughter Luo Sang, a tunnel through the years, and you, an interpretation, not seen in ancient Red Love.    Lama, my desire, a thousand years, deep heart, already, stagnation into an amber, moment, waiting for you won.Time hasty sweep, is three hundred years, your palm, delicate and bright amber rose, as I weave, Yilianyoumeng.    Every night, your name on my chest, wandering million times; a loner, I only looked on your poem to fall asleep, waking, a salty bay is another bay, soaking immeasurable thoughts.    A cluster of branches of Glamor, of smoke when, inevitably beyond redemption; imperial soil of this world country, after the sink like a stone, not a dill smoke everywhere, only you my true feelings, never change.    My thoughts, repeated in the Potala Palace, Acacia you do not have to lengthy omitted warble, I am willing to listen to you over and over again to me talk, Lhasa river landing, along with your soothing cadence and flow.    That day, I turn a blind eye in the house by Xiang Wu, the suddenly hear your recitation of the mantra; that in January, I shake all the prayer, not for salvation, only to touch your fingertips; year, I kowtowing prostrate mountain, not for an audience, only to close your warmth; that I, I turn to the mountain turn water transfer pagoda ah, not repair the afterlife, only to meet with you the way.  That January, I turned all the light through the tube, not for salvation, only to touch your fingerprint; year, I kowtowing to embrace the dust, not pilgrims, only to close your warmth; that I, I leafed through one hundred thousand mountain, not to repair the afterlife, only to meet with you for the way in; but, on that night, I forget all, swore faith, give up the cycle; only, that was in front of the Buddha Selena, had lost the old luster.    My Lama, in this world, what will be better than your feelings, made me obsessed intoxicated?    Dressed in robes, not the fetters of your mind and body, my eyes, the night after the snow, burning from the raging flames; monastery quiet lane, meandering out of you every now and then eagerly footprints, has been extended to my west window, your thick plot of eager, spewing flames in an arc in the arm, I’m in your Emotion arc, the tempting Jiaochen, life and death of Nirvana.    We finally return to nature.You are no longer the king of God, I am no longer the Queen.    From the days of the closest, blue heaven, snowy cold, could not stop us, embrace the breeze, reclining clouds; we Kuangyuan plateau, flying mood, surging harvest.Our hearts, already contain himself, turning green in the spring redness, Gesang’s Gorgeous, play back all the sadness, Mani Dui prayer flags, flying with all hope.    In this way, our love, spread on the grass grow mighty.[Editor: Can children]