Lyrics: There are flowers in spring and autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter.
If you don't mind your own business, this is a good time on earth.
Good as pine and cypress, evil as flower, but it is not as good as it at present.
One day, when I was hit by frost, I saw that Song Qing didn't see flowers.
If you don't get angry on your face, it will be fragrant if you don't get angry on your mouth.
There is no price in your heart, and it is true that you will not die.
The Buddha is far away from Lingshan, and Lingshan is only in your heart.
Everyone has a Ling Mountain Tower, learn from Ling Mountain Tower.
I fell when the Buddha was alive, and I was born after the Buddha died.
Repent of many karma in this life, not seeing the Tathagata's golden body,
Put your hand in the field with green seedlings, and you can see the water in the sky with your head down.
Only a clean heart is the way, and retreat is the way forward.
The mountain is tempered and the fire is burning.
I don't complain about being smashed to pieces, so I'm the only one left in the world.
Thirty-three days in the sky, there are immortals outside the nine heavens,
Immortals are made by mortals, but their hearts are not strong.
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The common name of "Bag Monk" is Zhang Qiben, a monk of Lin Yue Temple in Fenghua, Zhejiang Province in the late Tang Dynasty and the Five Dynasties. At the age of 8, this young orphan was adopted by Zhang, a farmer in Changting, Fenghua, so he was named Changting Zi. When he grew up, he became a monk at Lin Yue Temple in Da Qiao.
He looks obscene, has a big belly, is uncertain in speech and sleeps everywhere. Always carry a cloth bag with a stick, surrounded by alms. People call it a cloth bag monk and think Maitreya should be transformed. Temples in various parts of Zhejiang, especially in Hangzhou, are often carefully carved and put in the first hall for religious worship. The magical story about this monk is widely circulated.
The cloth bag monk comes from a peasant family, and transplanting rice seedlings is his own business. There is also a story about his transplanting rice seedlings. It is said that Zhao, Qian, Sun and Li asked him to help transplant rice seedlings at the same time, and he all agreed. In the evening, everyone invited him to dinner, and he also attended the banquet. Fields for each family have been inserted.
People began to realize that he had magical power and infinite power. Someone asked him what he thought of transplanting rice seedlings, so he recited a poem casually, namely the song of transplanting rice seedlings on this topic. This song seems simple and plain, but it is full of philosophy, Zen, liveliness and interest.