Ancient poems describing derogatory feelings.

Indulge in painting, you know that the age of youth is coming. In fact, wealth and status are floating away like clouds to me.

Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.

Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not a stage. There was nothing, so there was no dust.

This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.

Things are human, things are human; Circumstances are born from the heart, and it is natural to take a step back.

Don't be surprised by yourself, just look at the flowers in bloom before the court; Going or staying is unintentional, and it is easy to follow the clouds.