Life is full of grass and autumn.
Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. . . . . .
I am afraid of the joy of the Dharma and the court, and I am worried about the public affairs every day.
The fertile fields are falling, and the sun is eclipsed.
Thousands of classics, filial piety and righteousness come first.
Poems of Great Enlightenment
Who was I before I was born? Who am I after giving birth to me? The ancient Buddha smiled when he picked up the flowers, and the idiot said that he had been dreaming for three lifetimes.
There are thousands of rooms in the mansion, and eight feet of sleep at night.
The ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking about them.
Poems describing great enlightenment: Jiang Chengzi·Dreams on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao
Author: Su Shi (Song Dynasty)
Ten years of life and death are uncertain. Without thinking. Unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
When night comes, I suddenly return home with a deep dream. Small Xuan window. Dressing up. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
Poems describing great enlightenment: Five poems about separation
Author: Yuan Zhen (Tang Dynasty)
In the dawn mirror with residual makeup, there is a hairpin and green silk Cong.
In a moment, the sun hits the swallow's fat cheek, and a red rose is about to melt.
Mountain springs flow loosely around the steps, and thousands of trees and peach blossoms reflect the small building.
Reading Taoism without getting up, watching combing hair under the crystal curtain.
The red color suppresses the newness of the time, and it is auspicious to remove the tender silk dust from the flower gauze.
First of all, don’t think that the material and the land are weak. A little carelessness is the most pleasant.