First, Tonamiyama is relatively hidden.
Zen: Everything will pass, and there is still deep silence behind the change.
From poetry to Zen;
Wang Ji's Entering Ruoyexi: Cicada is still in the forest, while Tonamiyama is more secluded.
Lu Zhai by Wang Wei: There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
Second, smile at the flowers.
The story of smiling at flowers symbolizes a kind of attitude towards life: looking at everything in the world with a quiet and happy mood, smiling at all beings, smiling at everything, naturally detached.
From poetry to Zen;
Tao Yuanming's drinking: building a house has human feelings, but there are no horses and chariots. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. This makes sense. I forgot to say it if I wanted to defend myself.
3. Where is the dust?
Zen, in essence, is an art of insight into the nature of one's own life, which points out the road from shackles to freedom.
From poetry to Zen;
Huineng: Bodhi has no trees, but it is not a stage in the mirror. Nothing. What caused the dust?
Fourth, the ship is full, and the moon is in the sky.
If you are not disturbed by your inner desires, keep an ethereal mentality, follow the fate, and be unmoved by external things, you can achieve detached freedom.
From poetry to Zen;
Huineng: It's not the wind, it's not fluttering, it's two hearts.
Boat House: thousands of feet hangs straight and goes with the flow. In the evening, Shui Han fish didn't eat, the ship was full of empty goods, and the moon came back.
Verb (short for verb) and then sit and watch the rising clouds.
Oppose paranoia, advocate fate, and treat the changes of time with a quiet and lively attitude, and you will get the pleasure of life.
From poetry to Zen;
Wang Wei's My Retreat in Zhongnanshan: My middle-aged heart found its way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain. Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise. Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.
Poetry of transplanting rice seedlings: When you put your hand in the field, you will see the sky in your hand when you lower your head. Six cleanness is the Tao, and retrogression is progress.
Six, spring has been very much in the branches.
After all kinds of setbacks and failures, people can know themselves, be suddenly enlightened, see everything clearly and deal with everything calmly.
From poetry to Zen;
Looking for Spring is always looking for spring, but there is no spring. Mango shoes travel all over the dragon head cloud. When I came back, I smiled and smelled plum blossoms. Spring has come to the branches.
Zhu's "Spring Day": Winning the sun to find the fragrant shore, the vast scene is new for a while. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
Seven, the midnight bell rang to the passenger ship.
Life is always a lot of hardships, and no one says it except yourself.
From poetry to Zen;
A night-mooring near maple bridge: Sleeping with Jiangfeng on a frosty night. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Chang Jian's Zen State after Broken Mountain Temple: On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the morning light there points to the treetops. A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers. Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. All is silent here, but the bell is ringing.
Eight, Zen Moon
The heart will not be blinded by messy and illusory thoughts.
From poetry to Zen;
An autumn night in the mountains: an empty mountain after the rain, standing in the autumn evening. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Nine, the normal mind is the Tao
Don't be happy and sad because of the gains and losses of honor and disgrace in the world; Is to be calm and fearless; That is, everything goes with the fate, not reluctant and not anxious, flat and faint; Is tolerant, generous, not harsh, not arrogant; Just don't avoid hardships, work hard and reap what you sow. ...
From poetry to Zen;
There are flowers in spring, moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. Mind your own business, this is a good time on earth.
Ten, wild geese cross the sky
Be unaffected by external changes, and respond to life with an open-minded, free-spirited and positive attitude.
From poetry to Zen;
The wild goose crosses the sky, and the shadow sinks into the cold water, without a trace of meaning, and the shadow has no running heart. If so, they can solve the problem of going to different kinds of banks.
Eleven, Zen, lively splash also.
Man's mind and truth are integrated, uncovered and full of fresh vitality.
From poetry to Zen;
Zhu's reading experience: when half an acre of square pond is opened, the sky is high and the clouds are light. Why is the water in the pond so clear? Because there is inexhaustible living water for it.
Su Shi's Night Scene of the Spring River in Hui Chong: Peach blossoms outside the bamboo, duck prophets in spring water heating. The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.
Yang Wanli's Xiaochi: The spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
There is Zen in poetry, and there is life in Zen. Read more Zen poems, so that you can see your heart clearly in an increasingly impetuous society, stick to your original heart, not be confused by your heart, not trapped by love, not afraid of the future, not thinking about the past, so be safe!