Straight down, straight down, what is a Buddhist biography.
There is no room for straightness, how can we waste doffer?
I am sincere when I am straight, and I am lost when I waste it.
In spring, wine pays, and flowers beg.
I flew around in disbelief, mistaking the bright branches of the moon.
Taking the heart as Buddha is the highest in the west.
He must save face, and he will see his ancestors more and more.