A poem that despises everything

The poem of looking down at everything in silence is as follows: Bodhi has no trees, and it is not a stage in the mirror. There is nothing, so there is no dust.

Don't lose face, just look at the flowers in front of the court; If you have no intention of staying or staying, it is easy to follow the clouds outside.

Down and out, I can't see it for a while, just because I broke the heart of the world of mortals.

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.

Live like a hero and die like a ghost.

If I had known this, I would have missed it.