Dai Shulun, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote in "Giving People a Trip": "French and Italian introduce foreign learning, and poetry enters Zen; Smoke comes with fate, and the charm is idle. "
Liu Zongyuan's poem Jiang Xue: "There are no birds in a hundred mountains, no footprints in a thousand paths, a boat with a leaf, a bamboo cloak, and an old man fishing for the cold river-snow."
This quatrain of moxibustion population can only be appreciated by writing landscape poems. However, because the artistic conception in the poem coincides with the realm of Zen, it is more Zen to appreciate it from the perspective of Zen poetry. Fishermen (he also represents the author himself) are fishing alone on the Han River, surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness. His state of mind, which is integrated with heaven and earth, is clear and transparent. Isn't it that Zen people find their own home, their own heart and their own Zen environment?
Jiao Ran wrote in his poem Wenzhong in the Tang Dynasty: "On the cold mountain of the ancient temple, the wind is blowing far away. The sound of the waning moon is loose, and the frost is ringing. Yi Chan was very cold all night. " The poet constructed a quiet environment with ancient temples, cold mountains, scattered moons, frosty days and bells, and excluded the material environment with Zen's subjective "artistic conception".
Five Dynasties Guan Xiu's "Wild Habitat": "Why bother to be home?" I don't want to be complacent, but I'm going to turn to everyone. The wind touches the flowers, and the jade piano leans. But even so, who will envy the future? " Another example is Ling Cheng's poem "Mountain Residence" in the Song Dynasty: "Because the teacher asked me why I came to the Western Heaven, I said that I lived in the mountains for many years. Straw sandals only have three ears, and linen has filled my shoulders twice. Every time I see snow in the West Temple, I often go down to the spring. After the white clouds dissipated in the middle of the night, a bright moon came to the window. " Because of the poet's psychological indifference, the environment he experienced was fresh and quiet, and he lived a life full of flavor.