The gurgling spring is in my heart, and there are fish in the pond. The wind blows the mountains, and the moon shines.
The world of mortals gathers and scatters like a dream, and is deeply sad. Looking into the distance, I cherish the bright moon.
Caress a song, send it remotely, and it is difficult to complain about homesickness. The wind blows the mountains, and the moon shines.
The world of mortals gathers and scatters like a dream, and is deeply sad. The heart is like a smoke cloud, dancing in the sky with long sleeves, people are thousands of miles away, the soul and dreams are often dependent, and the beauty is empty.
Conan couldn't wake up from his dream, and the ancient mountain forest was empty. Listening to qingquan seems unintentional.
Reflects the silence of my long night. Clouds and waters are Zen (like a song), rolling curtains send spring breeze, and embroidered clothes are different colors.
The group fan dances lightly on the firefly, and the smile wins the spring. Burn incense and make guzheng, and sing the dream of Jiangnan.
People can know each other at the end of the world, but my heart remains the same. How much affection and love have vanished.
How much sadness and resentment, laugh it off. The rain stopped at the beginning of last night and the bridge was broken.
A canoe leaves the lake, and the gull heron is accompanied by a lonely shadow. Flowers are silent in the water, and acacia is heavy in the dream.
When will you meet me when I say goodbye to you? Maple leaves turn red because of frost. There is no end to books, and Hongyan should travel far.
The spring tide is endless, and the tears are crystal clear. Love is in the sea of clouds, meaning if orchids are sincere.
Youth destroys beauty, where to find traces. Autumn wind in Wu Ye, amber is thick in the cup.
Moonlight is like water and silver, like a dream, where is the home of love. Love is in the sea of clouds, meaning if orchids are sincere.
I can't find a trace of beauty when I am young. Looking at Nanfeiyan in the distance, the soul returns to Wang Fu Pavilion.
Wait until the chrysanthemums are full of flowers, and the cypresses are accompanied by green graves. The third article is about clouds rolling and clouds relaxing, and the moon leaning on the bar.
The gurgling stream is shallow, and the bell of the ancient temple is far away. Fog wet clothes, insects and fish sleepless.
Flowers are confusing at night and still young. What year is tonight? Looking at Qianshan, opposite my hometown, the bright moonlight. A song, a glass of wine and ecstasy are all forgotten.
The wind is confused and fragrant. The world of mortals is like a dream, and things have changed! Where is Taoyuan? Water is foggy around Fangdian.
The weeping willows are like smoke, the flowers on the ridges are fragrant, and the world is far away. Floating dreams and bubbles, such as dew and electricity, should be treated this way.
Dreams drift away with the flowing water, I don't know whether it is heaven or earth. The cloud Shu Yun is rolling again, and the moon is in the middle of the water.
Lotus leaves in the field are holding green umbrellas, and frogs in the pond are in a mess. Springs tinkled and ivy covered the windows.
Bloom is green and yellow, and time flies. Birds fly in the cold pool, and people are in * * *.
In Bai Yunbian, the stars accompany the moon, and they play with each other. The wind is confused and fragrant.
The world of mortals is like a dream. Where is Taoyuan? Water is foggy around Fangdian.
The weeping willows are like smoke, and the flowers on the ridges are fragrant. There is no such thing as heaven and earth. Floating dreams and bubbles, such as dew and electricity, should be treated this way.
Dreams drift away with the flowing water, I don't know whether it is heaven or earth. Chapter 4 (Yu Xiaoyu) The tide is coming again, and seagulls are flying freely.
The breeze brings coolness, and the moonlight reflects the earth. Flowers everywhere, green trees and bodhi.
Life is like the moon in the water, and Zen is hidden in the heart. Since ancient times, the world has attached great importance to fame and wealth and wasted spiritual energy.
They all lamented that the immortal was so carefree and selfish that it was hard to give up. There are many desires in the world of mortals, and disputes occur from time to time.
Being alone in the sinister rivers and lakes is the hardest thing to find a bosom friend. Listening to the running water is slow and urgent, and watching the clouds is particularly charming.
The full moon is absent, and the world is also deductive. Gains and losses, success or failure, take it lightly, there is no anger and joy in the mood.
Night is like water, and water has aura. The moon is like a round mirror, reflecting poetry, the night is hazy and the world is quiet.
The fifth chapter (Jade Flower) is misty and extremely cool in the fog cage. The night is quiet, birds are singing, and the red dew is wet. The moon welcomes flowers and shadows, and the wind sends mud.
Meditate on the old love like a dream, only remember the present. Heaven and earth are hard to find, lovesickness has no door to send, and I can't wait to hold the old songs of the lyre.
The strings will be changed, the court will be full of flowers, and there will be no news of the rain. Listening to the intermittent sound of jade leaking, the past is like electricity.
When is the evening? Lonely in spring, falling flowers sigh. Look at the blue lanterns flashing on the wall, the red tears dripping, and the grass smoke fans in the depths of Han Xiao.
The pleasure has gone with the running water. Once it is gone, it seems sad to sigh. Chapter VI (Syracuse) The wind blows the night in the mountains, and the moonlight shines in the pine forest.
Crystal stone gurgles in its streams, clouds and water are empty and Zen. All the people in the world are passers-by.
Fame and fortune are all floating clouds, passing by without a trace. This heart has entered the Zen gate and no longer loves the world of mortals.
I hope to have an afterlife, and then I will continue to sing the pipa. This heart has no love or hate, so it is better to bear the kindness of a beauty.
If we meet again in the afterlife, we won't miss each other. Deep in the ancient temple of Landeng, I entered an empty door. Looking back, I don't love or hate, and then I return to dust.
Body like a bodhi tree, heart like a mirror platform. The bamboo shadow sweeps the street motionless, and the moon wears water without a trace.
The moonlit night is deep, and the monk comes back to push the mountain gate. The rest of my life is long and there is no one in the world.
The blue lamp is hidden deep in the ancient temple, and it is empty. Looking back, there is no love and hate, and then return to dust.
At night, the wind blows in the mountains and the moonlight shines in the pine forest. Crystal stone gurgles in its streams, clouds and water are empty and Zen.
Lotus dipped in clear water, ripples stacked in the heart. If there are allusions, Bodhi is at ease. The sunset sings Xia Yan, and the wind blows the maple leaf, which is colorless and reveals the nature of the air and permeates the mist.
One night, the snow passed the tip of the branch, and the fallen flowers fell in three and a half minutes. If a blue fallen flower is picked up, it will be buried in the flowers. When the clouds are gone, the morning bell is at ease. If the heart can be centered, it will penetrate all the dust.
Bodhi should be pollution-free, fish speak clearly, fish and fish only seek peace of mind, ups and downs. Morning dew to keep out the cold, Xia Hong hides mountains and streams. Half-dyed morning dew, dust-free and smokeless.
Sleep at night, go to the village, idle rainy night, no frogs, the bell of the empty mountain ancient temple rings lightly, spreading to the mountains one after another. The seventh article Leng Yue clear frost, misty rain, swan goose flying in the clouds, heartbroken two thoughts.
Under the Naihe Bridge, Violet and Chen Fang, their faces are unique and gaunt, and the wind and rain are cool. Far Hongqiao, to the sunset, Jinse Dream Butterfly.
The moss rolls up the Qingyun account, and the dream is always a dream. The purple bamboo umbrella turns yellow, the heart has no swan song, and the ripples go to cool Xiaoxiang.
Returning to the wild goose is sad, the world walks alone, the water moon reflects the mirror, the sunset is red, who is right, where is drunk, and the snow is bleak. Tears in Chinese songs, hesitation in paintings, when I will be with you.
Gone with the wind for a day, the song ended and the moonlight was frosty. As the sun sets, Hong Fei is alone, the spring red is gone, the tea is cold, and Zhu Qiongxiang is fragrant.
Where can I find a prosperous beauty and be lonely all my life? Cangzhou Egret, covered in colorful jade, flies in the sky and returns to his hometown drunk.
Who is the drunken mandarin duck? Live in the haze and stare at the sky. The wind dances and the sun sets, and the earth is eternal.
Yu Di ethereal piano. It is beautiful in several places, with long filaments, 3,000 drops of weak water and dusty wind.
The world is lingering and I miss you endlessly. Why meet in a hurry and then be sad alone? With beautiful women, tears are still red. Who is Dongfeng with?
Sleeping in Jiangnan, dreaming of misty rain, not lonely. Tian Xiang on the cloud, flowers have fallen, Qin.
2. I don't know if what you said is called "cloud water meditation". It's hard to find a good song about Zen. The sound of nature is like a cloud flowing gently through my heart, ethereal and refreshing.
Clouds depend on each other, and mountains and rivers are companions. The clothes are fluttering, the clouds are flowing, the rain is flying, and the Ying Ying is smoky. It comes from the pool faintly, and it is dense and open, attacking the clouds and stepping on the fog, scooping water and splashing the moon, clearing the heart and cleaning the dust, and in the mumbling song, it is like a clear spring, washing the heart, and dribs and drabs of thoughts, walking with the clouds and going with the water.
The mountain is empty, who plucks the zither strings under the moon, like the wind singing, like the water humming. With the touch of a finger, a little silver wire will fall into the pool, such as beads falling from the plate, crisp and elegant.
In an instant, Qian Fan passed. The breeze blows on your face, Leng Yue is silent, Iraqis lightly dance their sleeves, and endless lovesickness is scattered in a sigh for thousands of years. In an instant, the flowers and shadows are interlaced, the water waves are rippling, and the beautiful scenery turns into smoke marks and water marks, which stings the memories hidden in the water and dies with the flowers.
A faint heart, a faint feeling, as if in a dream, Iraqis have attacked the water and stepped on the moon, pushing the clouds and pushing the fog. The moon is in the water, the flowers are in the heart of the moon, the moon breaks the pool and the flowers are empty.
The feelings in my heart are condensed into a series of exquisite voices and turned into snowflakes flying all over the sky. There is laughter in the clouds, and I have no intention of staying.
Dream for a thousand years, the wind is drunk. Listen to Zen, in a poetic environment, quietly look up at the sky and watch the ebb and flow of life.
The soft and crisp song flows slowly, the thread of life gradually becomes soft and relaxed under the infiltration of music, and those scars are also inadvertently healed. In an instant, my heart is round and transparent, and does not provoke any dust.
In the sky, a song is sung; Humans, keep your voice down. The setting sun shines on Lin Jing, seagulls accompany Fei Xia, and bamboo rafts play a song, throwing light feelings into mountains and rivers, making friends with water, clouds, forests and mountains. Water clouds and swords, smelling birds and flowers, listening to the tinkling of spring water, enjoying the beauty of the world of mortals, and the green grass and green pools scattered in the afterglow are pitiful.
The moon reflects the Zen mind and the water blows the piano, and the breeze has no intention of being affectionate. Cloud is the dream of water, and water is the emotion of cloud, Zen and the shadow of water.
3. All the poems of Yunshui Zen. I don't know if what you said is called water cloud Zen mind. It's too hard to find.
What a Zen song, like a cloud, the sound of nature gently flows through my heart, ethereal and refreshing.
Clouds depend on each other, and mountains and rivers are companions. The clothes are fluttering, the clouds are flowing, the rain is flying, and the Ying Ying is smoky. It comes from the pool faintly, and it is dense and open, attacking the clouds and stepping on the fog, scooping water and splashing the moon, clearing the heart and cleaning the dust, and in the mumbling song, it is like a clear spring, washing the heart, and dribs and drabs of thoughts, walking with the clouds and going with the water.
The mountain is empty, who plucks the zither strings under the moon, like the wind singing, like the water humming. With the touch of a finger, a little silver wire will fall into the pool, such as beads falling from the plate, crisp and elegant. In an instant, Qian Fan passed.
The breeze blows on your face, Leng Yue is silent, Iraqis lightly dance their sleeves, and endless lovesickness is scattered in a sigh for thousands of years. In an instant, the flowers and shadows are interlaced, the water waves are rippling, and the beautiful scenery turns into smoke marks and water marks, which stings the memories hidden in the water and dies with the flowers.
A faint heart, a faint feeling, as if in a dream, Iraqis have attacked the water and stepped on the moon, pushing the clouds and pushing the fog. The moon is in the water, the flowers are in the heart of the moon, the moon breaks the pool and the flowers are empty. The feelings in my heart are condensed into a series of exquisite voices and turned into snowflakes flying all over the sky. There is laughter in the clouds, and I have no intention of staying. Dream for a thousand years, the wind is drunk.
Listen to Zen, in a poetic environment, quietly look up at the sky and watch the ebb and flow of life. The soft and crisp song flows slowly, the thread of life gradually becomes soft and relaxed under the infiltration of music, and those scars are also inadvertently healed. In an instant, my heart is round and transparent, and does not provoke any dust. In the sky, a song is sung; Humans, keep your voice down. The setting sun shines on Lin Jing, seagulls accompany Fei Xia, and bamboo rafts play a song, throwing light feelings into mountains and rivers, making friends with water, clouds, forests and mountains. Water clouds and swords, smelling birds and flowers, listening to the tinkling of spring water, enjoying the beauty of the world of mortals, and the green grass and green pools scattered in the afterglow are pitiful. The moon reflects the Zen mind and the water blows the piano, and the breeze has no intention of being affectionate. Cloud is the dream of water, and water is the emotion of cloud, Zen and the shadow of water.
4. Ancient Poems Suitable for Yunshui Zen There are many poems like Wang Wei. "People idle osmanthus, night static spring empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and when singing in the deep stream. "There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. "My middle-aged heart found its way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain.
Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.
Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home. Not knowing the way to the Temple of Heaped Fragrance Road, misty mountains and clouds. "。
Ancient trees are towering, but there are no pedestrian paths, and there are bells in the mountains in the temple. The spring water in the mountains hits the dangerous rocks, and the sun in the pine forest is cold.
In the evening, come to the empty pool and meditate quietly to suppress the dragon. ""The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn waters are flowing day by day? ? What's R's last name? Hey? Han Han? Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.
Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? . "After the rain, an empty mountain stands on an autumn night.
Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream. "
5. The poem about Zen is beautiful: "Being a bodhi tree is like a mirror. I implore the DPRK to clean it up and not to create dust. "
Huineng "Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not a stage. Nothing, where is the dust? " .
This was done by the sixth ancestor Huineng. This poem emphasizes the concept of Buddhist color space.
This poem was originally written by a magical program. The original poem is as follows: "I am a bodhi tree, and my heart is like a mirror." Please erase it from the DPRK to avoid dust. "
Hong Ren was disappointed when he saw this song and learned that it was written by Shen Xiu. But in front of beautiful classmates, in order to take care of beautiful dignity, they said the song was worth reciting. If you can practice according to it, you won't fall into evil ways. In the middle of the night, Hong Ren called Shen Xiu into the room alone and said, "Your song is not sexual, but you have reached the threshold and failed to enter the room. Ordinary people practice according to this song, although they will not fall into evil ways, but they will never get the highest wisdom. If you want to get the highest wisdom, you must recognize your heart, your nature and know that it is immortal. If you can make every thought clear, then nothing in the world can stop you. Your existence is real, and the existence of everything is real. You will find that everything is impermanent, all of which are Farr's and all of which are real reality. Being able to have this insight is the highest bodhi self-nature. "
So Hong Ren asked Shen Xiu to write another song, but Shen Xiu's mood was always restless. After thinking about it for several days, he always couldn't write it. At that time, there was a young monk with a beautiful song in his mouth. Huineng heard this song and knew that the author had not yet realized it, so she asked who wrote it. Cried the young monk.
Then he told Huineng everything. Huineng asked, "Brother, I have been here for eight months and have never been to the front of the main hall. Would you please take me to see that song? " ?
So they went to the writing place, and Huineng asked again, "I am a clown, please read it to me." At this time, a judge named Zhang Daily in Jiangzhou was also present, so he read it aloud to Huineng. When Huineng was there, she said to Zhang every day, "I also have a poem. Would you please write it on the wall for me?
Zhang Yong said strangely, "What, it's strange that you can also be a prostitute!" !
Huineng said seriously: "To learn the highest Bodhi Tao, you can despise those beginners. Sometimes, the lowest people have the highest wisdom;" And the best people have no knowledge at all. "
These words moved Zhang every day. He wrote the first poem "Poetry on the Wall" for Huineng ... "Bodhi has no trees, but it is not Taiwan in the mirror. There is nothing, so where is the dust? " . In the middle of the night, Hong Ren passed on the teachings of Yi Bo and Dunjiao to Huineng.