A poem that sees through the world of mortals
How many heroes in ancient times, the barren hills in the north and south lie in mud.
Come when you are happy, leave when you are sad, and leave empty.
It is better not to come or go, not to be happy or sad.
Know that you are at leisure every day, if there is a world of mortals.
Time is everywhere, and you spend your life peacefully.
Don't be ignorant, and don't complain.
Socialize cautiously without regrets, and discuss things patiently.
The string of the crossbow is always broken first, and it is easy to get hurt every time I see the steel knife mouth.
Trouble is nothing but gossip, but mostly malicious words.
Right and wrong don't have to compete with each other, so there is no need to talk about each other.
"The Origin of the World" has many defects, and the illusion of liberation is impermanent.
There's no harm in losing money. It's better to give in three points.
I only see willow green in spring and chrysanthemum yellow in autumn.
The taste of food in the mouth is clear, and people are often covered with patchwork clothes.
All corners of the country are guests, and the Xiaoyao Buddhist Temple is at your disposal.
One dose of Yang Shen Wei Ping powder and two kinds of Qihe Erchen decoction.
It's a waste of time before death, but empty hands after death.
Worry makes the morning, and life is poor and busy.
Becoming a monk is easy because of the roots of generations.
I haven't been free for 18 years When can I stop fighting in the south and the north?
I'm going back to the mountain today. I'm in charge of the future and autumn.