1. The body is like a bodhi tree, and the mind is like a mirror stand. It should be brushed diligently at all times to prevent any dust. (Poetry of Shenxiu Dharma)
2. Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so where can it cause dust. (Poetry of the Sixth Patriarch)
3. Everywhere we meet, we reach our hometown. It's already done, so why bother thinking about it. (The Divine Illumination is like an enlightenment poem)
4. Gold dust is in the eyes, and clothes and beads are covered with dust. Already spiritual but not serious, who does the Buddha think of you? (Wen Yan's poem)
5. I have been keeping this matter in my mind for several years, and I have been unable to open my eyes after asking all kinds of questions. The liver and gallbladder were both broken at this time, and there was a sound of "waiting for the man on the river". (Enlightenment poem by the master of the branch nunnery)
6. Ice freezes in the flames, and the poplars fly away in September. The mud cow roars on the water, and the wooden horse neighs in the wind. (Ben Ji's poem)
7. In thirty years of searching for the swordsman, the leaves have fallen and branches have sprouted several times. Ever since I first saw Peach Blossom, I still have no doubts until now. (Lingyun Zhiqin’s Enlightenment Poetry)
8. There is an idle field in front of the mountain. I cross my hands and ask my ancestors. How many times have I sold it and bought it myself, to pity the pines and bamboos to attract the breeze. (The Fifth Patriarch's Enlightenment Poems)
9. If a Buddhist monk refuses to come out, he would be too foolish to throw himself out of the window. After hundreds of years of digging into the past, when will it be the time to make a breakthrough? (Poetry in praise of bees throwing themselves into the window)
10. I often recall the home of a scholar in the West Lake, where the sparse branches and cold pistils slanted sideways. The moment of essence is the same as that of the time. I only owe the fragrance but not the flowers. (Poetry of Xuzhou Pudu Momei)
11. Take a break when you go south or north, and the white grass blows away the Chu River in autumn. The Taoist is not a guest in the autumn, and he has been familiar with the mountains for a long time. (Poem written by Cheng Hao on Huainan Temple)
12. Peach blossoms are blooming on the rock. Where do the flowers come from? The spirit branch just saw it and looked back to dance on three stages. (The Enlightenment Poem of the Master of the Nunnery by Jue Haifa)
13. My heart is like the autumn moon, and the blue pool is clear and bright. The list is comparable to others, teach me how to say it. (Poetry of My Heart in Cold Mountain)
14. How can the lonely clouds and wild cranes live in the human world? Don't buy Wozhou Mountain, it was already known to people at that time! (Liu Changqing sent a poem to the Master)
15. I have a convenience worth a hundred horses. If you fight each other for a long time, you will be weak, and you will not be able to enter the county until you die. (I Have Poems by Wang Fanzhi)
16. Sit quietly with a burner of incense in Nantai, concentrating all day long and forgetting all your worries. If you don't stop thinking about it, it's because there is nothing to discuss. (Shou'an Nantai Meditation Poems)
17. The Sixth Patriarch had no husband back then, and the beautiful people were confused by writing on the wall. It is clear that there is no faith in the verses, but he received an alms bowl from his family. (Wu Xin Shi)
18. When mountainous counties are depressed, government offices are closed early, and lotus ponds bloom without owners. Smoke rises from the kitchens at the three-way intersection, coming from one or two houses in Waqing Banner. (Huihong's poem)
19. Others ride big horses, while I ride alone on a donkey. Looking back on the chai man, I feel a bit more concerned. (Wang Chuzhi’s poems by others)
20. There are two kinds of spring breeze in a tree, the southern branches are warm and the northern branches are cold. Now the previous section means coming from the west, and one piece is flying west and the other is flying east. (Poetry of the Yuan Dynasty)
21. The founder left a shoe, which will be heard throughout the ages. He walked barefoot with his shoulders and shoulders, but he never stepped on the bottom of his own house. (Poetry of the Fifth Patriarch Yanyun)
22. Anger is the fire in the heart, which can burn the forest of merit. If you want to follow the path of Bodhisattva, you must endure humiliation and protect your true heart. (Poetry of Hanshan)
23. Sitting alone and talking for a long time is tiring, and the green pine trees burn the fire to warm the quilt robe. Late at night, when the boy cannot be awakened, the sound of a fierce tiger raises the mountain and the moon. (Poetry by Yu Zizhi)
24. The spring water in Bijian is clear, and the moon in the cold mountain is white. Silently knowing that God is self-illuminating, observing the empty state is beyond silence. (Hanshan Poetry)
25. In Cangcang Bamboo Forest Temple, the bells ring late. The lotus hat carries the setting sun, and the green mountains alone return to the distance. (Liu Changqing sent a poem to Lingche)
26. The eye can see the true nature of bamboo, and the branches and leaves can be seen to see the spirit. Because he knew that phantoms appeared in the sky, he asked for the old man's wheel. (Huang Tingjian's poem about looking at the ink bamboo)
27. A branch of chrysanthemum stands high in the evening festival. The clouds are so red, martyrdom should bleed. (Hong Yi Yong Chrysanthemum)
28. The white clouds on the mountains are rolling back, and the bright moon in the sky comes back. He lowered his head and went under the eaves, laughing several times. (Poetry by Zen Master Bai Yunduan)
29. Time is passing by in the world, and there are many hazes here. How many times can I visit the Diligent Bamboo Forest Temple? (Zhu Fang's poem about Zhulin Temple)
30. The stars are all shining brightly at night, and the lonely lamp on the rocky spot is not illuminated by the moon. The brilliance of perfection never fades, and it is my heart that hangs in the blue sky.
(Poem of Stars in Cold Mountain)