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The righteous practice Zen silence and become attached to the empty forest.
The outdoor peak is beautiful and the front steps are deep.
The setting sun is full of rain, the sky is gray and gloomy.
Look at the lotus net, and you will know that you are not stained.
The body is a bodhi tree, and the heart is a mirror. Wipe frequently, and don't create dust. -Master Shen Xiu.
Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not a stage. There was nothing, so there was no dust. -Master Huineng
Color is empty, and empty is color. -Excerpt from Heart Sutra
Everything has a way, like a dream, like a bubble, like dew, like electricity, so look at it this way. -From the Diamond Sutra
The sound is full of red dust, and the river is out of tune on the strings. Biography of Cangyang Gyatso's Poems
Flowers bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years, and leaves and flowers will never meet. Love is not cause and effect, fate is doomed to life and death.
Three thousand is prosperous, and a hundred years later, it's just a handful of yellow sand. -Buddhist language
Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not a stage. There was nothing, so there was no dust. -Master Huineng, the sixth ancestor of Zen Buddhism, "Tanjing Hangyoupin"
The essence of Buddhism lies in the unswerving kindness, the ethereal spirit at the top, and the power of rebirth.
2. Where do empty poems come from? Is this it? Empty Poetry (Original Poetry) Text/Ancient People The sky is empty, the earth is empty, and life is slim in it.
The sun is empty and the moon is empty. The sun rises and the west sinks. Who will move it? The field is empty, the house is empty, and how many owners have changed.
Gold is empty, silver is empty, and I never shook hands after I died. The wife "husband" is also empty, and the son is also empty, so we don't meet on the way to the grave.
At dusk, the west goes to the east, and life is like a flower-picking bee. It's a waste of effort to pick flowers into honey! Love and hate are empty, and strangers in life do not meet.
Happiness is empty, sadness is empty, just in a dream. The fate is empty, the evil is empty, and there is no trace in past lives and future generations.
Poetry is empty, music is empty, and it falls with the wind. Handsome is empty, ugly is empty, and soon he will be a "woman" with white hair.
Spring is empty, autumn is empty, and prosperity is winter. The sun is empty, the moon is empty, and Nu Wa can't save the sky.
The river is empty and the sea is empty. I have plowed it several times. And the philosophy of life is in it.
The sun is empty, the moon is empty, and the cycle of the sun and the moon is uncontrolled. The field is empty and the house is empty, all because the owner is lazy.
Gold is not red enough, silver is not red enough, and contentment is always happy. My wife "husband" is also empty, and my son is also empty, and he is indifferent to life and follows me.
At dusk, the people can accommodate everything when they go west to east. When a hundred years have passed, only remain uncorrupted! And empty poems/birds fall into the sky, the ground is empty, and life is Wukong in it.
The sun is empty, the moon is empty, and the sun and the moon shine together. The field is empty, the house is empty, and the owner is gone.
Gold is not red enough, and silver is not red enough. Why empty manure? The wife "husband" is also empty, and so is the son. Everything in the world is with me.
Go west, go east at dusk, the stomach can hold hard things. When you go to the grave, you care about spring, summer, autumn and winter! The sky is empty, the earth is empty, and the world is fluid.
The sun is empty and the moon is empty. Who can control it? The fields are empty, and the houses are empty. I am afraid of farming and struggle.
Gold is empty, silver is empty, indifferent and happy. The wife "husband" is also empty, and so is the son. Love and happiness need to be managed.
Going west at dusk and going east at dusk is worth fighting for all your life. One hundred years later, in "I'm glad you came", Jiuquan is smiling at the sky! And the empty poem/single cell sky is empty, and the earth is empty, including everything in the world.
The sun is empty, the moon is empty, yin and yang complement each other and do not compete for favor. The field is empty, the house is empty, and the rise and fall depends on the owner.
Gold is empty and silver is empty, just as cicada meal reveals the weight of people. The wife "husband" is also empty, and so is the son. The rear is stable and the front is successful.
Go west, go east at dusk, and be firm in your ambition. Regarding the past and the future, it is important that there are no regrets.
Attachment: The poem "Laughing Empty Poetry"/Birds smile when they land in the sky, and the earth smiles and smiles forever. The sun smiled, the moon smiled, the sun rose, the moon set, and laughed and laughed.
Tian also smiled, the house also smiled, and Tian Fenggu laughed heartily. Gold also smiles, silver also smiles, and golden light and silver can't laugh.
The wife "Fu" also smiles, the son also smiles, and the wife and son smile happily. Smile at dawn, smile at dusk, let me smile at dusk.
Laughter is often like a fairy, laughing in a pot of flowers.
There are too many poems about Buddhism.
Appreciation of Classic Zen Poems The Bodhi Tree of Five-character Zen Poems is like a mirror. Wipe it frequently to prevent it from accumulating dust.
Bodhi trees have no trees, and the mirror platform is not a platform. There is nothing, so there is no dust.
Dongshan Xiling is green, but it is sunny under the rain. I want to ask you more things. A pigeon gives birth to an eagle.
Draw the donkey to drink the river, blow the waves with the nose. The shoes are on the shore and the mouth is in the water.
Hoe with your bare hands and ride a buffalo on foot. People cross the bridge, but the bridge does not flow.
Open the golden lock of the chamber of secrets, walk leisurely and let go of the door. A flute without holes will blow out a phoenix cloud.
Clouds disperse, leaves return to their roots. Looking back at the smoke waves, fishing songs go far away from the village.
Stand upright and relax the moon, and the fish swim to the bottom. The scenery is occupied, and it costs nothing.
Eat when you are hungry and add clothes when you are cold. Stretch your feet to sleep when you are sleepy, and love the wind when you are hot.
The heart turns with the world, and it can be quiet when it turns. Go with the flow intellectually, no joy and no worries.
Old bamboo shoots, new flowers grow old branches. Rain urges travelers to arrive, and wind sends sails home.
From a distance, the mountains are colorful, but the water sounds silent. Spring is gone, the flowers are still there, and it is not surprising that people come.
Playing drums and pipa, knowing two families. You can go to Yang Liuan, and I will stay in Dutousha.
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
Speaking of spring, the wind is too strong. Blow flowers with the water and turn over the fishing boat.
The fish that hit the water had a headache, and the birds that stayed in the forest were surprised. No drums at dusk, midnight show.
The cock crows at dusk and the sun shines at midnight. Xue Shizi woke up and opened his red eyes.
Yang Xiaofeng Lu 'an, apricot blossom wall in spring. In summer, Qin Yu is smooth and the pillows are cold.
The dead tree is full of leaves, and Xue Mei is withered by flowers. Beat tung into wood and dip it in snow to eat wax gourd.
The sky is quiet and cloudless, and there is a bright moon in the autumn sky. The Taoist under the forest is quiet and pleasant.
The valley is smoky and the wind sends apricot flowers. Sit quietly all day and forget everything.
Leaves are rustling and dew is hanging. Cleisthenes, running to the cloud goose, sadly holding the cicada in the tree.
When the soul moves, I walk alone, in the beauty that belongs to me only. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.
My heart is like an autumn moon, and the blue pool water is clear and bright. There is nothing like Aaron to teach me how to say it! The clay idol does not cross the water, but God shines on the world.
Who doesn't fake if the snow doesn't rest? Seven-character Zen poetry has nothing to comment on. It smells delicious. Get up with tea and hunger, you can watch running water and sit and watch clouds.
Reach into the field with green seedlings and lower your head to see the water in the sky. Physical and mental purity is the way, and retrogression is the way forward.
There are two kinds of spring breeze on a tree, the south branch is warm and the north branch is cold. A while ago, I came to the west, one flew west and the other flew east.
I've been looking for spring, but I can't see it. Mango shoes have broken through the clouds. When I came back, I smiled and sniffed the plum blossoms. Spring has come to the branches.
There are flowers in spring, moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. If you don't mind your own business, this is a good time on earth.
The golden duck incense burner is beautiful and indulged in music. Only beautiful women know about the affairs of adolescence.
The beauty didn't bother to comb her hair when she slept, so she rested with a golden hairpin. On the whole, his muscles and bones are good and romantic, and there is no red powder.
On the 28th, the beauty embroidered late, and the bauhinia bloomed with orioles. When the pointer stopped talking, pity hurt the spring.
Yinger sings in warm spring, and people smile at ordinary times. A few fallen flowers went with the water, and a flute came out of the cloud.
Listening to the cool breeze around the cave stream, I gradually saw the autumn rush into the micro. The fisherman breaks the Xiangjiang River, and the firewood father steps on the pine nuts to return.
When teacher Xihe heard of Kyushu, he was covered in golden hair and animals. A roar, the world is quiet, and all corners of the country are kings.
Dead flowers rob foreign spring, riding a jade elephant riding a unicorn. Now it is high and hidden away from the Thousand Peaks, and the moon is bright and the wind is clear.
In Vientiane, only people want to be relatives. Looking for it on the road in the past is like looking for ice in the fire today.
The fallen leaves go with the running water, and the spring breeze does not bloom. Qingshan's face is still there, and the sun is shining.
Smoke warms the soil and pastes the farmers, and a plough of new rain breaks the spring ploughing. The suburbs are endless, and weeds and idle flowers are second to none.
I advise you to stop annoying and call it a normal turn. Indifference is completely tasteless, and once it is lifted, it is new.
Bai Yunfei, outside Qingshan Gate, attracts guests with green water. Don't blame me for sitting here often to persuade you to drink. I have seen you since I left you.
On both sides of the river, reeds float on boats, and the midnight breeze is like a hook. Thousands of feet didn't throw it, even though it was Xiujiashan.
The world is full of turmoil, and it hurts to meet you once. Where the water falls, it is the spring at the mouth of the cave.
A few times I got wet and dragged my back. My old heart was lonely and I didn't know it. The wanderer doesn't look down in the air, but a stream of water falls with it.
A heavy mountain has heavy clouds, and the end of the world has turned bitter. Mo Yi came back to sit in the house, and the falling flowers were like birds in spring.
The wind is rustling, trees are flying, and geese are not coming. No one played the song "The Return of the Native", which made me clap my hands and hesitate.
When all the creatures outside are clear, the cow plays the bamboo flute sideways. A song from the secluded mountain to the green, this situation is not known by Baiyun.
The beauty of ice and snow is the strangest. She often blows Yu Di to people. The music is infinitely charming, and it is the first one created by Xu alone.
Last year, don't leave me on the beach, but today I met you at the seaside. Seeing each other late, I was speechless, crying, and the birds were still in spring.
The dirt and dust, the flower street and the willow lane are cheerful and true. The golden rooster sings the dream of Xiaoqiong Building, and a tree warms bloom in spring.
Jin Lin tried to swallow the boat through the net and kept going upstream. However, it was lured by fishermen and drifted with the waves.
Near Taoyuan, the scenery is quiet, and a pot of bright moon is like autumn. The mouth of the cave reflects the sunset in spring, and countless Hong Ying chase the running water.
Deep in the blue waves, the fisherman was exhausted in the erbium-throwing cable. I don't know where I am in the Crystal Palace under the cool breeze and bright moon.
The east street is smoky and green, and the west lane is peach blossom red. Look around, see enough, and pay a little spring breeze.
Mountain flowers are like spring brocade, and streams are like blue Zhan Ran. Walking into the depths of white clouds, you should know that God never shuts one door but he opens another.
Mountain flowers are like brocade and water is like blue, which highlights Gan Kun without showing his face. I stepped across the road by Wuling stream, and the spring scenery in the cave was different.
No flowers before the rain, no flowers after the rain. Hu Die has climbed over the wall, and I don't know whose spring scenery will fall.
A 100-foot pole does not move, although what you get is not true. We must work hard to make progress, and the boundary of ten parties is the whole body.
Knock down the Yellow Crane Tower with one punch and overturn Nautilus Island with another. Add a good mood when you are in a good mood, and add a good mood when you are in a bad mood.
Dong Jian water flows west, Nanshan Yun Qi Beishan cloud. See you backstage at the front desk, and the bell will ring at the upper boundary and the lower boundary.
Knowing that it is unintentional, the eight winds are urgent. There is wind, there is no place for me, and there is no boat.
Clouds and winds are light, and the sky is like water, and the bright moon flows all over the world. Ashamed of the cowboy's infatuation with the old man, his heart is still at the head of the magpie bridge.
The rain washes the red peach calyx tender, and the wind shakes the willow lightly. Strange stones are exposed in white clouds, and ancient trees are clear in green water.
Rain and dew are on the troubled sea, and clouds and thunder are in the mountains of ignorance. The charcoal in the iron pot is blown out, and the sword tree is drunk and makes it rush.
In the late spring, the white cows were not idle, and they still followed the regiment into the chaotic mountains. Pull out the loquat plow to pay off the overnight debt, and then show the tail to others.
Lotus leaves are like mirrors and water chestnuts are like cones. The wind blows away the catkin wool balls, and the rain hits the pear blossoms and butterflies.
A long life is not a boat, you have to go with the flow. Today.
4. Poems about Buddhists are given to Monk Qin.
Too old to pronounce, the moon is loose and the night is cold.
Sad wind and water whimper a lot, but they don't listen to the voice of hope and don't play. -Snow sinus reappears
Send a monk to Jinling.
Winning the swim gives birth to the last trace, which is self-defeating Roll up cold wood and set sail to send clouds.
The flowers in the vase are painted outside, listening to the sound of the waves in the afternoon. Farewell to Shicheng Mingyue, Yi Yi is far away. -Snow sinus reappears
Send it to the rooftop meditation in Bao Yue.
Spring breeze blows away the seamount clouds, so don't leave your neighbors alone at night.
There is no moon in the stone bridge, and I don't know who the moon is. -Snow sinus reappears
Forget it.
Fang Chun doesn't want to come to Zhu Xia. The cicadas and shadows in autumn are inclined.
At night, there was a strong wind in Chai Feili, and the ground was covered with frost and fallen leaves. -throw your son to Yiqing.
The son praises and answers that the full moon is not round.
Yuanque once asked the old man that a stone turtle bites the breeze.
How to cross the wooden horse pond and get out of the sun at midnight? -throw your son to Yiqing.
Baiyun and I know each other best.
Baiyun knows me best. If he lives in the mountains, he will follow me.
Early invasion and wind talk, late to protect Chai Fei. -Zhan Ran Yuancheng.
Plum blossoms are blooming in the snow.
Plum blossoms bloom in the snow, and the fragrance comes at night.
A man was sitting in front of electro luminescent when his nostrils burst. -Hanshan Deqing
Half window pine shadow and half window moon
Half-window pine shadow and half-window moon, a futon and a monk,
After sitting cross-legged in the middle of the night, the moth put out the Buddha lamp. -Wu Shi Qing Liao
Hanshan Deqing
The bottom is clearly at the bow, so don't ask.
But if you can shine at the corner, don't be trapped by dust, master.
Praise the common heart is the way.
There are flowers in spring, moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter.
If you don't mind your own business, this is a good time on earth. -There is no door to open
Hanshan
Because the music is dull, there are many wild things in the cave, often accompanied by white clouds.
If there is a road that is not connected with the world, who can climb it without a heart? Sitting alone in the stone bed at night, the moon is full in the cold mountains.
Good bird knows what I mean.
At noon, the book in front of the window is heavy, knocking on the emptiness in my heart.
Good bird knows what I mean and cries incisively and vividly. -Have a good rest and remain modest
Look at the flowing water and sit and watch the clouds.
There's nothing to comment on in your spare time,
Get up with tea and hunger, you can watch running water and sit and watch clouds. Buddhist nun's desire.
live in a mountain
The foothills of the forest are covered with thatched cottages. They are called homes. The breeze breaks the dream, and the stream is quiet.
Spring flowers are still charming, and autumn leaves are not sparse. The night is infinite, Dongling was born in the month. -Danxia Zichun
unify
Nie Luda (Chile)
All the leaves are this piece.
All flowers are this one.
Change is a lie.
Because all fruits are the same.
All trees are nothing more than one.
The whole earth is a flower.
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Five ancestors worship Buddha
The body is a bodhi tree, and the body is like a mirror.
Sweep the Buddha from time to time, where does the dust come from?
Six ancestors worshipped Buddha
Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not a stage.
Nothing. What caused the dust?
Crossing the Kongtong Mountain
Chisel through the root of the cloud. Zen is far away in the blue sky. Rocks that penetrate snow are cold. When the moon comes, the Zen heart is empty.
It's too old to seal cigarettes with stones. Sunset pours in the rain. Monks don't remember human affairs. It is said that there is wind in the wind.
Mount Wutai
Famous mountains are better than the sky. Wan Bodhisattva lives in five stops. A thousand-year-old monk settled in the snow. A lucky cloud □ the first time.
Strange world of gold and cool. Music is also full of wisdom. How much is before and after three? Like the teacher's movements, don't come.
Erhai night park
I haven't traveled to sea for several years. Take a boat by wind tonight. Like an arrow piercing a huge wave. Such as frost and bright moon reflecting high autumn.
The bells of temples in Sui and Tang Dynasties were intermittent. Fisherman sings canglang ludizhou. I want to ask about the war of the former dynasty. I'm afraid I'll be scared to death.
Ji Miao Yan is a psychic.
Let people say their names at the age of 18. I know I am stationed in Hangzhou. Twenty-year-old cool music book. The thoughts of the two places are increasing.
Zen friends are the boss. Separate management fee. When shall we get together again in Torringi? Re-evaluate poetry seriously.
Plums bloom on the second day of winter solstice.
How many cycles are there in heaven? One yang comes first, then three talents. Plum blossoms spread letters from person to person very early. When the pipeline was closed, the flying piano was broken.
You know, Yin has passed by. Zhan Yun can decide the future of Thailand. It's so quiet outdoors. Pre-release of the unique Zen Weng
Night talk of people in Huxi, Xiamen
The stream is connected with the sea, and the air drives the void. A cliff path leads to. The mountain is heavy. In the picture. I am in the fog.
Quiet Lujiang Moon, covered with white. Snow-capped maple trees are red with frost. It feels more popular and elegant. You can't finish making tea.
5. Many poems about Buddhism in Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties are true interpretations of Buddhist teachings.
As the saying goes, "the past and the present push sorrow, and the nobles return to their hometown." Are the people from Hanwu Yutang there? Shi Jia shrine is empty. "
(Feng Xue's Mourning for the Ancient) "It is said that gold can moisten houses, but who wants bones to turn to dust?" (Du Xunhe's "Working in the City") "On the North Mountain Slope, under the pine trees, there are all gold graves."
(Xu Yin's "Shili Smoke Cage") "Why bother to find the bones of the owner? I also know that some people used to play power. " (Luo Yin's "Northern Mangshan") This is a total denial of the heroic cause of the princes; "The sky is light and lonely, and the ancient pin sinks on it.
Want to serve the motherland and make contributions, No.5 is in the bleak autumn wind. "(Mutu's" Leyou Tombs ") Qinyuanchun Xi birds are green, weeds are long, cicadas are yellow, and the Han Palace is autumn.
Passers-by don't ask about the past, only the Weihe River flows eastward as always. "(Xu Hun's" The Night Overlooking the West of Xianyang City ") This means that any powerful and prosperous dynasty emperor industry cannot exist forever and will be lost in the air.
All this confirms the Buddhist doctrine that "all laws are empty".
6. Ode to Buddha poems, bodhi, treeless, mirror is not Taiwan. There was nothing, so there was no dust. -Hui Neng Jackson
The dream of the world of mortals, like a ephemera, floats in my life and is illusory. The clouds move and the wind moves, so does the sky. The shore is still, and the wind is not over. I'm not confused.
Everything has a way, like a dream, like a bubble, like fog, like electricity, and we should look at it this way.
When you wake up in the daytime, things often happen, but you miss each other in pairs.
It only takes a few words to clear the dammed lake, and misunderstandings and troubles turn into clouds.
I can't do it outside my heart, but I have no thoughts inside. Empty straight off, bright super! Empty double luck, such as net!
Birds stay in the forest and flowers bloom when they are drunk. Smile at each other and share the wind and rain!
The body is a tree and the heart is a mirror. Wipe frequently, and don't create dust. -Master Shen Xiu.
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