Poems written by wandering monks.

Three old books, I don't know what's the point?

Five methods of swimming

On the banks of the water mist spring, the mountains and the sky are the same color.

My mind is on it, and my eyes are very high in the sky.

It means light as day, light and good.

Form and God can change the Tao, and I can tolerate everything.

Four wonders fugue

The milky way shines in the suburbs, and the night is heavy.

I will go to Wan Li with the wind, and my heart will fly to Guangyu to find a spiritual friend.

Seven stops and no worries.

I felt myself in a trance at dusk for several years.

Smoke cage Yuntai Teng purple gas, the heart is not afraid of Naihetian.