1. The body is like a bodhi tree, and the mind is like a clear stage. It should be brushed diligently at all times to avoid dust. —— (Poetry of Shenxiu Dharma)
2 Bodhi originally had no tree, and the bright realm became a non-stand. There was nothing originally, so how could it cause dust. —— (Poetry of the Sixth Patriarch)
3 We meet our way back everywhere, reaching our hometown first and foremost. It's already done, so why bother thinking about it. —— (The Divine Illumination is like an enlightenment poem)
4 The gold dust in the eyes is cloudy, and the clothes and beads are covered with dust. Already spiritual but not serious, who does the Buddha think of you? —— (Wen Yan Shi)
5 This matter has been on my mind for several years, and I have been unable to open my eyes after asking all kinds of questions. The liver and gallbladder were both broken at this time, and there was a sound of "waiting for the arrival of Yang" on the river. —— (Enlightenment poem by the master of the branch nunnery)
6 Ice freezes in the flames, and poplars fly in September. The mud cow roars on the water, and the wooden horse neighs in the wind. —— (Ben Ji's poem)
7 I have been looking for a swordsman for thirty years, and the leaves have fallen and branches have sprouted several times. Ever since I first saw Peach Blossom, I still have no doubts until now. ——(Lingyun Zhiqin's Enlightenment Poetry)
8 There is an idle field in front of the mountain. —— (The Enlightenment Poems of the Fifth Patriarch Qingyan)
9 It would be too foolish for a Buddhist to refuse to come out and throw himself out of a window. After hundreds of years of digging into the past, when will it be the time to make a breakthrough? —— (God praises the poem of bees throwing themselves into the window)
10 I often recall the home of a scholar in the West Lake, with sparse branches and cold pistils leaning horizontally. The moment of essence is the current event, and I only owe the fragrance but not the flowers. —— (Poetry of Xu Zhou Pu Du Mo Mei)
11 Rest as you go from south to north, and the white grass blows away the autumn of Chu River. The Taoist is not a guest in the autumn, and he has been familiar with the mountains for a long time. —— (Cheng Hao's poem on Huainan Temple)
12 The peach blossoms bloom on the rock, where did the flowers come from? The spirit branch just saw it, and looked back and danced three stages. —— (Poetry of Enlightenment by the Master of Juehai Fayin Nunnery)
13 My heart is like the autumn moon, and the blue pool is clear and bright. The list is comparable to others, teach me how to say it. —— (Poetry of My Heart in Cold Mountain)
14 How can the solitary clouds and wild cranes live in the human world? Momai Wozhou Mountain was known to people at that time. —— (Liu Changqing sent a poem to the Master)
15 I have a convenience worth hundreds of years. If you fight each other for a long time, you will be weak, and you will not enter the county until you die. —— (Wang Fanzhi I Have Poems)
16 Sitting quietly with a burner of incense in Nantai, I will be absorbed in my thoughts all day long. If you don't stop thinking about it, it's because there is nothing to discuss. —— (Shou'an Nantai Meditation Poetry)
17 The Sixth Patriarch did not have a husband back then, and the beautiful people were confused by writing on the wall. It is clear that there is no faith in the verses, but he received an alms bowl from his family. —— (Wu Xin Shi)
18. The mountain county was in depression and the government offices were closed early, and the lotus pond blossomed without an owner. Smoke rises from the kitchens at the three-way intersection, coming from one or two houses in Waqing Banner. —— (Hui Hong's poem)
19 Others ride big horses, and I ride alone on a donkey. Looking back at the chai man, I feel a bit more concerned. —— (Wang Chuzhi’s poems by others)
20 There are two kinds of spring breeze in a tree, the southern branches are warm and the northern branches are cold. Now the previous section means coming from the west, and one piece is flying west and the other is flying east. ——(Liao Yuan poem)
21 The founder left a shoe, which will be heard throughout the ages. He walked barefoot with his shoulders on his shoulders, but he never stepped on the bottom of his own house. —— (Poetry of Yanyun by the Fifth Patriarch)
22 Anger is the fire in the heart, which can burn the forest of merit. If you want to follow the path of Bodhisattva, you must endure humiliation and protect your true heart. —— (Poetry of Hanshan)
23 Sitting alone and talking for a long time is tiring, and the green pine trees burn the fire to warm the quilt. Late at night, when the boy cannot be awakened, the sound of a fierce tiger raises the mountain and the moon. —— (Poetry by Yu Zizhi)
24 The spring water in Bijian is clear, and the moon in the cold mountain is white. Silently knowing that God is self-illuminating, observing the empty state is beyond silence. —— (Hanshan Poems)
25 In the Cangcang Bamboo Forest Temple, the bells ring late. The lotus hat carries the setting sun, and the green mountains alone return to the distance. —— (Liu Changqing sent a poem to Lingche)
26 The true nature of bamboo is written with the eyes penetrating into the hair, and the spirit can be seen when the branches lift up the leaves. Because he knew that phantoms appeared in the sky, he asked for the old man's wheel. —— (Huang Tingjian's poem about looking at ink bamboo)
27 A branch of chrysanthemum stands high in the evening festival. The clouds are so red, martyrdom should bleed.
—— (Hongyi Yongju)
28 The white clouds on the mountain are rolling back, and the bright moon in the sky comes back again. He lowered his head and went under the eaves, laughing several times. —— (Poetry by Zen Master Bai Yunduan)
29 Time is passing by in the world, and there are many hazes here. How many times can I visit the Diligent Bamboo Forest Temple? —— (Zhu Fang's poem about Zhulin Temple)
30 The stars are shining brightly at night, and the solitary lamp on the rocky spot is not illuminated by the moon. The brilliance of perfection never fades, and it is my heart that hangs in the blue sky. —— (Poetry of Stars in the Cold Mountain)
31 Outside the city, the steamed buns are made of earth, but the stuffed grass is in the city. Eat one for each person, don't think it's tasteless. —— (Wang Fanzhi’s Zen Poetry)
32 Walking through the fence step by step, we enter the quiet place. There are a few old people wandering around with high pines and cypresses; the flowers blooming and falling are not monks’ business, and there is a clear breeze blowing against the blue current. —— (Poetry of Niu Xiankenuma Temple)
33 I look for spring but can’t see it all day long, my shoes are full of long head clouds. When I returned, I smiled and smelled the plum blossoms. Spring was already on the branches. —— (Poetry of Plum Blossom Nun Smelling Plum Blossoms)
34 The best place in Zhongnan is where Zen chanting brings out the sky. The trees are silent and the smoke is sparse. —— (Sikong Tu Niutou Poetry)
35 There are so many holes in the paper that can’t be seen through in search of light for love. Suddenly I bumped into the way I came, and I felt that I had been blinded for half my life. —— (Poetry of Shouduan Fly Through the Window)
36 If you don’t see it, there will be chaos in the three realms; only because of the endless dawn. No thought arises and the mind is clear. There is no going, no coming, no birth and death. —— (Shide Poetry)
37 I laugh at myself because I am defeated, I prefer Songyan and love to travel alone. It’s a pity that from past years to today, our fortunes are still the same. —— (Poem that I found and laughed at)
38 It’s not the wind flag, it’s not the heart, I have to pursue it all the way. There are no traces of the white clouds, and they fall deeper and deeper into the cliff. —— (Poetry by Zen Master Caotang Qing)
39 Thousands of feet of silk droop, only one wave moves and thousands of waves follow. The water is cold at night and the fish won't eat, so the boat will return empty-laden in the morning. —— (The allegorical poem of Decheng’s Boat Dwelling)
40 If it’s not the wind or the flags, why can the clear sky shake the sky? There is no need to talk about justice in the Ming Dynasty. People can look at it with ease. —— (Poems of Zen Master Yuantongxian)
41 Jade in the pond and lotus water, pollution cannot be compared. Everyone endured such hardships, and the autumn wind blew up in Dongting one night. —— (Poems of Zen Master Fo Yinxuan)
42. One of the seven hundred monks was chosen, and they went on a blind date without anything. At night, the mantle goes to Caoxi River, and the iron tree blooms in February spring. —— (Poetry by Zen Master Caotang Qing)
43 The world is far away from the world and things are very difficult, so we must hold on to the rope tightly and make a fuss. It's not a bone-chilling cold that makes the plum blossoms smell fragrant. —— (Poetry of Xi Luck)
44 The price of rice in Luling increases year by year, and what is rumored may not be true. If you are careless, you don’t need to ask questions. It’s better to see who you are. —— (Poems of Zen Master Huang Long Hui Mian)
45 Lotus clothes and pine trees eat and live in deep clouds, it is because I met the wrong person back then. The mind that has been buried for a lifetime is the Buddha, and it will never become ashes for thousands of years. —— (Poems of Zen Master Chu Yunnan)
46 There is a reason for the fate of teachers, and the mirror is not a divination. Bad but poor work in Shaolin, the sound of oars shaking the moon across Cangzhou. —— (Poetry of Zen Master Luolu)
47 All realms and all machines have fallen asleep, and every knowledge and sight has melted away. My ears are useless, I sit there until the morning cock and the evening bell. ——(Poetry of Residence in Stone House Mountain)
48 The past has passed, there is no need to think about the future. I only say this sentence now, when the plums are ripe, the coriander seeds are fragrant. —— (Poetry of Residence in Shiwu Mountain)
49 Deep in the white clouds are the thunder peaks, and a few trees are covered with winter plum blossoms red with snow. After fasting, it becomes more and more satisfying, and the shadow of the pool in front of the nunnery falls. —— (Manshu wrote this poem while living in the Baiyun Temple of West Lake)
50 In a dream, the green mountains do not change their old appearance. Birds are singing and the moon is falling over the temple beside the bridge. I can still hear the midnight bell while leaning on my pillow. —— (Sun Zhan Fengqiao's Three Unique Poems)
51 In his remaining years, he no longer moved to his gang, and he stayed with Liang Chan at night. It was quiet the deeper I sat, and countless snowflakes fell from the skylight. —— (Poems by Chen Yuyi and Zhi Lao Tian Jing Sitting at Night)
52 The traces of clouds change and disappear, and the sound of bells sinks into the wilderness of Jie grass. Looking from the heights of Lima City, the ancient setting sun remains on the top of the tower.
—— (Poem by He Zhendai on the Iron Tower)
53 The birdhouse's ripples are like snow, and it holds a new red leaf and writes a poem on it. Returning Qing's bowl of merciless tears, wishing we could not meet again when it was not fashionable. —— (Poetry of Man Shu's Skills)
54 The sword and ax cannot be cut, but the inspiration is useless. The breeze sweeps away the remaining snow, and the gentle breeze brings spring back. —— (Poetry of Tui Gu Yun)
55 White cows are always in the white clouds, and the same goes for cows when people have no intention of them. The moon shines through the white clouds and their shadows are white, and the white clouds and bright moon are seen from the west to the east. —— (Poem of Zen Master Puming on Herding Cows)
The 56-year-old has nothing to do but a linen straw seat. It's a good idea to retire from office after meeting each other. I've never seen a person under the forest. —— (Epic of Lingche Donglin Temple's Reward for Wei Danci)
57 Where the crazy heart rests, the illusion of the body merges, and the inner and outer roots are empty. There is no clear spirit, no obstacles, and everything is different at the same time. —— (Yuanying Changzhou Tianning Zen Temple Dinghoukouzhan)
58 The monk's robes are hung in the Zen room on the top of the mountain, and there is no one outside the window, and birds are flying in the stream. I was walking down the mountain in the middle of the dusk, but I heard the sound of the spring and fell in love with Cuiwei. —— (Meng Haoran's poem by Master Lan Ruo)
59 Xiangba's cold moon shines through the waves, and the green leaves gently shake the water surface. When you go out to guard, you will see that the reeds are only in one pool. —— (Poetry of Zen Master Fo Jianqin)
60 If a thousand-year-old moss tree cannot become spring, who would believe that the fragrance is like a jade soul. The forest is full of snow and there is no moon to shine on it. Light the lamp and blow the trumpet for dusk. —— (Poetry of Ancient Plum by Zen Master Xutang Zhiyu)
61 Once I met Mr. Yuan in front of the forest and listened to the true words of the world. So far, my lonely Zen heart is still there, letting the peach blossoms and willow catkins blow in the wind. —— (A poem by Zen Master Bai Shanjing written by Qi Bai)
62 Xichan Temple has the ancient style of the Tang Dynasty, and is connected to Yishan Mountain in Baizhang. Sitting through the thin curtain and laughing, the scenery is still litchi red. —— (Su Yuanlei's poem about Xichan Temple)
63 The oxen were released in Weishan River, but no one held on to the nose rope. Green poplars and fragrant grass are on the banks of the spring breeze, and I can sleep freely lying high and horizontally. —— (Poetry of Huaihai Weishan Guniu)
64 Sitting in the clouds and traveling around the world, I don’t have a bottle or bowl to carry with me. If you don't talk about the human world when meeting people, you are a person who has nothing to do in the human world. —— (Du Xunhe’s poem as a gift to Master Zhi)
65 The four major origins create chemical industry, and they are all valuable but empty inside. Don't think that you don't talk to ordinary people just because the palace merchants are different. —— (Everyone thinks about the poem Ode to Fish and Drums)
66 A little green light reflects the window screen, it is easy to read Shurangama, but not to remember home. Being able to understand all conditions is like an illusory dream, and there is only the wonderful lotus flower in the world. —— (Wang Anshi and his poems to his daughter)
67 When you plant green rice seedlings all over the field, you can see the sky in the water when you lower your head. Only when the heart is pure can we follow the path, and retreat is actually forward. —— (A poem about planting rice and rice)
68 The empty door is so quiet that my body is indifferent, and the stream rain gently washes away the dust of the guests. Lying in the white clouds, my love is not over, let him be drunk by the yellow bird. —— (Poetry of Stopping the Rain in the Jingshe)
69 When one thought is empty, all realms are empty, and all the barriers are suddenly cleared. There is no trace of east, west, north or south, only this virtual and mysterious combination of authenticity. —— (Ode to a Japanese national master who herds cows in a mountain)
70 There is a room on the top of a thousand peaks, half of which is filled with old monks and half with clouds. At night, the clouds go away with the wind and rain, and in the end, I am not as idle as an old monk. —— (Poetry on the Top of Thousand Peaks)
71 The stream is clear and the trees are old, walking through the stream and stepping on the spring sun. The stream is deep, the trees are dense, and there is no one there, only the flowers are fragrant as they cross the water. —— (Wang Anshi's Poem on the Tiantong Mountain Stream)
72 If you are eloquent, you do not keep the precepts, and if you are stubborn, you do not practice Zen. Three or two bowls of fermented tea are placed next to the hoe. —— (Poetry of Huiji)
73 When the plums are ripe, Pang Lao has already predicted it. See truth and delusion with a straight eye, and return with clapping hands when we meet. —— (Poems of Zen Master Hua Yuanyue)
74 I want to realize that form and emptiness are Buddhist things, so I plant a fragrant tree in a monk's house. If you take a closer look, you will find the Huayan gatha, where the flowers of wisdom bloom in the convenience hills. —— (Bai Juyi's Monastery Flower Poetry)
75 The sound of the stream is like a broad and long tongue, and the mountain scenery is not a pure body. Come to all directions at night and perform gatha at four noon, how will you behave like a human being in the future? —— (Su Shi presented a poem to Elder Dong Linnao)
76 There is no trace of hiding, and there is no hiding. The ancient mirror still shines upon itself even though it is not polished, with light smoke and dewy autumn light. —— (Poetry of the Unknown Zen Master)
77 The famous thatched cottage has become more and more popular over the years, and Tripitaka’s talk about scriptures cannot be found. Only Qianzhang Yunmu is there, and the wind is like the sound of the ocean tide.
—— (Pu Guang's Poem on Thatched Cottage)
78 It's the wind or the flag. Don't doubt it. You can walk back among the grass. The king's way of peace is taboo, and the dancing butterflies fly around the trees. —— (Zen Master's Poem)
79 The thin moon in Haimen is far away from the slant, and the tide recedes with a hollow roar over the white sand. There is nothing to do in short-sleeved shirts, watching plum blossoms in Jingshan Temple. —— (Lu Liuliang observes plum blossoms at Wukong Temple)
80 He looks at the sky all day without raising his head, only to raise his eyes when the peach blossoms are blooming. Mr. Rao also has a net that covers the sky, and he will be released even if he is imprisoned. —— (He Shan Shouxun's Enlightenment Poems)
81 A couch is deserted next to the green shade, and the painted Matsudo is cold and gloomy. I am so lazy that I can't find any flowers in the Bird Street. ——(Poetry by Zen Master Zu Yinming)
82 The number of yellow plums on the mat is like hemp, and the sentences reveal something that can be lamented. There was really nothing, the blue sky was covered by clouds. ——(Poetry of Zen Master Sita)
83 It is not difficult to make a mirror out of hemp bricks, and suddenly a thousand rays of light come out. It is laughable that those who sit in meditation and pray for Buddha are even more whipped than before. ——(Poetry of Zen Master Fo Yinyuan)
84 The price of Luling rice is spreading everywhere, and the praise of low reward is not enough. Face to face, we don't do anything about promotion and fighting, but we can speculate about the north and the south for a long time. ——(Poems of Zen Master Chang Lingzhuo)
85 The language is clear, please look carefully. It rains in the west and the wind is strong, and the fire turns to cold. —— (Poems of Zen Master Daowuzhen)
86 It is difficult to look at the outstanding people with a straight eye, and they are so different from the past and present that they are difficult to match. There is no one in the moss-sealed ancient palace, and the moon-locked green phoenix does not live there. —— (Poems of Zen Master Danxia Chun)
87 The furnace smokes the Zen room carefully, and the bamboo sun reflects the short wall. Ande bought his neighbor Gong at the end of the year, sharing the rice in the alms bowl and the rope bed. —— (Poetry given by Li Pengshen’s friend)
88 All living beings and Buddhas do not invade each other. The mountains are high and the water is deep. There are thousands of differences and the truth is clear. Where the partridges crow, a hundred flowers are deep. —— (Poems of Manshu Chiyou)
89 The clouds and trees are high and low, and the ancient ruins are low. I wonder where to find the long trees. The fisherman walked deep into the forest and knocked on the door to ask about his daily life. ——(Manshu's Poems)
90 After nine years of facing the wall, I became empty, and I came back with tin in my hand to regret seeing you. I have already betrayed others, and now I am letting others enjoy themselves. ——(Manshu's Poems)
91 In the spring rain, the shakubaxiao is played at the head of the building. When will I return to watch the tide in Zhejiang? No one knows the broken mango shoes, which bridge of cherry blossoms I have crossed. ——(Manshu's poem)
92 The rain is always dark, but spring is green everywhere. A small temple is lost in the depths of the mountains, but a lonely pavilion is found in all the lakes. —— (Poetry read by Gengqi Zen in the Tang Dynasty when he returned home at dusk)
93 In the spring, the smoke on the lake is greasy, and the clear water shakes the wild water. The grass is still green after rain, and the mountains are purple even after the setting sun. —— (Poetry read by Gengqi of Tang Dynasty when he returned home at dusk)
94 The plantains outside the window are half an nunnery, and the heart is filled with tranquility. Clouds and clouds disillusion ordinary things, and meditation is nothing more than a bowl of hanging. ——(Yiwei's Zen Meditation Poetry)
95 From the poem of Tianzhu, I occasionally step down to the cloud room. Xin Ji *** is alive, and the morning cooking is fragrant with pine leaves.
A cloud rests on the spiritual stone, and a bird flies into the pine tree. The flowers are still there under the eaves, but my Zen mind is forgotten. ——(Yu Mingzhen Yu Zhu Shi)
96 The spring light on the lake has faded, and the willows beside the lake are brushing against the carved railings. In the end, I didn't need a penny to buy it, so I just spent time with the mountain monk. —— (Daoji Poetry)
97 Fu Guo lives in a quiet forest, where the remaining flowers are still and the water is cool. Sitting at a banquet late at night, there are no lights, and the courtyard is filled with dust and sparse curtains. ——(Li Guang's New Year's Poems)
98 The sky is full of spring snow, and flowers bloom wherever it touches. I don’t know which tree in the garden is the real plum. ——(Poems of Zen Master Na Tangsi)
99 Don’t ask me about Qi Kuo’s death or life. There is a solitary monk walking in the clouds and flowing water. Laughing wildly without any reason, even if there is joy, the intestines are like ice. ——(Manshu's poem)
100 Qingfeng went upstairs to Guanzhai, and his eyes were wide open this day. Fang Xin is generally too old to lead the future from Congling. ——(Master Yueshan’s Enlightenment Poetry)