2, there is nowhere in the void, as if it were a glazed poem. Whoever is there, Zen has already passed the poem.
3. At present, the secret mystery in this teacher's poem, I am glad to learn that I have forgotten my fantasy, and I want to marry a really kind man and woman, and I want to forget my customs, and I want to go to my teacher and decide to go to heaven in the future.
4. Ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain and a hundred thousand columns.
5. Why do you write poetry tirelessly? This knowledge is only self-knowledge. A book opens a real feeling, which is as kind as Tammy. Just in time to shine and enjoy the scenery. Close the door tightly. Call Yao.
6, falling red is not a heartless thing, turned into spring mud to protect flowers.
7. East Palace White Bastard, South Temple Zen Master echoed from afar, with no thoughts in his heart.
8. Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.
9. Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night.
10, the fairy is ethereal and too individual. The secular can look at it irrationally. Fortunately, the family is open-minded, so when it comes to fasting, don't refuse. It is often at home all day long to bear the burden of sin, and it is only temporary to be a blessing to heal the soul. If you don't care if you come, how can I repay your kindness for a lifetime?
1 1, the mountains and rivers are full of spring, the peaches, plums and smiles are spring, and spring is often in the east, west, north and south. Only the teacher pays attention.
12, no monk, no way, no tenderness. Jiubo was not shy before. Consciousness is temporarily beyond the scope of Buddhism. Knowing that I was robbed is my prison. It is hard to understand that people have been transformed, and I am not worried about walking around. Get carried away and learn to laugh at those without Feng.
13, a threesome, there must be my teacher.
14, the good is inspired by it, followed by guidance, followed by teaching, again neat, and the lowest is against it.
15, void is everywhere, as if it were glass. No matter who reaches the realm of poetry, Zen has gone beyond poetry.