Which poem describes a man who sees through everything?

Who reads the west wind alone? Rustling yellow leaves close the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the mountain.

Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. At that time, only Tao was ordinary.

Bodhi without trees? Mirrors are not platforms. Nothing will cause dust.

Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.

If this hole is like a fire.

Everything is clear and knowledgeable.

Human understanding is an article.

Nalan Xingde's "Joy Yarn"