The ten top Zen poems are as follows:
1. "Planting Rice Rice"
Planting green rice in the field with your hands, you can see the sky in the water when you lower your head. Peace of mind is the way, and retreat is the path forward.
2. "Practice Verses"
The body is like a Bodhi tree, and the mind is like a mirror. Wipe it frequently to avoid dust.
3. "Shepherd Boy"
The cattle can ride freely, and the spring breeze and drizzle fly. In the green mountains and green grass, there is a flute and a coir raincoat. Sing at sunrise and return with the bright moonlight. Who can be like you? It is neither right nor wrong.
4. "Zhongnan Farewell"
In his middle age, he was quite good at Taoism, and in his later years he came to the southern border of Nanshan. Every time I go alone when I am happy, I know my victory in vain. Walk to a waterless place and sit down to watch the clouds rise. Occasionally, I visited Lin Sou, chatting and laughing for a long time.
5. "Drinking·Part 5"
The house is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses. When I ask you how you can do it, your mind is far away and you are biased. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain. The mountain air is getting better day by day and the birds are flying back and forth. There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to say it in trying to discern.
6. "Untitled"
When you come, you leave without a trace, and when you go, you go with the same events. Why bother to ask more about the floating life, it's just floating in the dream.
7. "Wine Conversation"
What's the matter with the snail's horn? This is reflected in the light of the stone fire. To follow the rich and the poor is to be happy, but to not smile is to be an idiot.
8. "The Joy of Zen"
The beautiful gate and courtyard are the gate of Zen. It is a waste of gold to buy mountains. As long as your mind is as bright as the full moon, you will have more leisure at home than as a monk.
9. "Farewell to Master Lingche"
In Cangcang Bamboo Forest Temple, the bells rang late. The lotus hat carries the setting sun, and the green mountains alone return to the distance.
10. "Inscription on Huainan Temple"
As I go south and north, I take a rest, and the white grass blows away the autumn of Chujiang. The Taoist is not a guest in the autumn, and he has been familiar with the mountains for a long time.