One leaf and one bodhi
An elegant chrysanthemum stands high in the evening festival.
When the clouds disperse, martyrdom will lead to blood.
(Hong Yi Yong Ju)
There are white clouds on the ridge, and the bright moon will return to the horizon.
I bowed my head and walked under the eaves, but I couldn't help laughing.
(Poem by Zen master Bai Yunduan)
The years are accelerating, and there are many clouds here.
How many times can you put your heart into Chikurinji?
(Poems by Zhu Fangti Chikulinji)
The stars are lined with night beads, and the lonely moon is not healed.
It is my heart that hangs in the sky without polishing its luster.
(Hanshan Stars Poem)
Earth steamed bread outside the city, stuffing grass in the city.
Everyone eats one, so it is tasteless.
(Wang Fanzhi Zen Poetry)
Step by step, enter the country through the fence and let the old people in Gao Bai travel.
Flowers bloom and fall is not a monk's business, but a cool breeze has its own influence on the green stream.
(Poem of Numa Temple by Niu Xianke)
Looking for spring all the time, I can't see spring, and shoes are floating clouds in the faucet.
When I came back, I smiled and smelled plum blossoms. Spring has come to the branches.
(Mei Hua Ni sniffs Shi Mei)
The best place in the south, chanting blue clouds.
The trees are heavy and quiet, and the smoke is thin and thin.
(Si Kongtu's bull's head poem)
Looking for light for love, drilling holes in paper can't penetrate much.
Suddenly bumped into my way and felt cheated for half my life.
(Look at the poem of the fly outside the window)
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The three worlds are in turmoil, just for dawn.
Not born with a clear mind. Didn't go, didn't come, didn't die.
(picking up poems)
Laughing at the old man's failure, he prefers to travel alone in Yan Song.
Alas, a few years ago, Ren Yun still didn't tie the boat.
(Picking up a self-deprecating poem)
Not the wind, not the heart, but the pursuit all the way.
The white clouds are traceless and the cliff falls deeper and deeper.
(Poems by Zen Master in Qing Dynasty)
Thousands of feet hangs straight and goes with the flow.
Shui Han fish don't eat in the quiet night, and the boat is full and empty.
(allegorical poem of Decheng boathouse)
It's not the wind, it's not the banner, what's wrong with clear sky Wan Li?
There is no need to talk about justice in the Ming dynasty, and idle people are watching.
(Poem by Zen master Tong Yuanxian)
Yu Lian's pool water can't be compared with pollution.
Everyone is so bitter that the autumn wind rises in Dongting overnight.
(Poems by Fo Yin Xuan Zen Master)
Choose one of the 700 monks and have a blind date if nothing happens.
The curtain is covered at night, and the iron tree opens in the second spring.
(Poems by Zen Master in Qing Dynasty)
Dust removal is very tiring, so make a tight rope.
Not bitter cold, plum blossom fragrance.
(Xi marble)
The price of rice in Luling is new every year, and hearsay is not necessarily true.
You don't have to ask the general idea, but you have to look at your own people.
(Poems by Zen master Huang Longhui)
Lotus pines eat deep clouds and cover the wrong people.
If you bury it all your life, it will be a Buddha, and it will not be dusty for a thousand years.
(Poems by Zen Master Chu of Yunnan)
There will be a reason for the fate of teachers. Mirrors are not secret votes.
Bad Shaolin sent poor work, and the moon shook Cangzhou.
(Poems by Zen master Luo Lu)
Everything in the world sleeps and sleeps, and at the sight of knowledge, it melts.
Idle ears are useless, sitting in the morning chicken and dusk bell.
(Wu Shishan Jushi)
The past is over, there is no need to think about the future.
Only this word, only this sentence, plums are ripe and gardenias are fragrant.
(Wu Shishan Jushi)
Deep in the white clouds is Leifeng, and several trees are cold and plum with snow red.
After fasting, people's hearts hang, and the pool in front of the temple shadows.
Schumann lives in Baiyun Temple in West Lake and writes this poem.
Dream back to the old days, and the green hills will not change their old appearance.
Birds sing and the moon sets in the temple beside the bridge, and the pillow still smells midnight fragrance.
(Sun Yi's Three Poems by Qiao Feng)
In my later years, I stopped fighting in other gangs and spent the night with two Zen people.
Sitting deeper is silent, and countless snowflakes fall into the sky.
(Chen and Zhitian sit on the night of poetry)
The cloud mark changes and dies, and the bell language is heavy and barren.
Immediately look at the heights in the shade of the city, and the spire stays in the ancient sunset.
(He Dai Zhenta Poems)
Ling Bo in the aviary is as muscular as snow, with a poem of red leaves in his hand.
I still have a bowl of heartless tears, and I hate not meeting you without meeting you.
(Schumann's Skill Poem)
The knife and axe cannot be opened, and the inspiration is unique.
The breeze sweeps away the residual snow, and the air brings spring back.
(Gui Gu Yunshi)
White cows are often in white clouds, and people who are unintentional are also.
The moon is full of white clouds and the moon is in the west.
(Poem of Master Pu Ming herding cattle)
Old, my heart is idle, and I have no foreign affairs.
When you meet, just say goodbye to the official. Have you ever seen anyone under the forest?
(Che Ling Toringi awarded Dan Wei's secretariat poem)
The crazy heart rests, the magic body melts, and the dust inside and outside is empty.
The cave spirit is clear and strange.
(Yuan Ying Changzhou Tianning Temple will occupy the back)
Monk clothes are hung in the Zen room on the mountain, and there are no birds flying outside the window.
At dusk, I walked at the foot of the mountain, but I listened to the sound of spring falling in love with Cuiwei.
(Poems by Meng Haoran, a master of Lan Ruo)
Sheba is cold and full of waves, and the green leaves gently shake the wind on the water.
When you go out, you can see that all reeds are only in one pool.
(Poems by Zen Master in Buddhist Qin Bamboo Slips)
A thousand years of moss trees don't make spring, who believes in jade soul fragrance?
Ji snow covers the moonless forest, and lights and blows horns to make dusk.
(Xu Tangzhi meets the poem of Zen master Gu Mei)
Once, I saw the distant masses in front of the forest, and I heard the truth. The world was empty.
At this point, I am lonely, I am the wind of peach blossoms and catkins.
(Bai Qi sends poems by Zen master of Baishan scenery)
Xichan Temple is a Tang-style ancient town, with 100 zhangs, one mountain and one vein connected.
Sitting on the thin shutter, laughing and laughing, the scenery is not less red.
(Poems of Suxi Temple)
Let the cows out of the Weishan water, and no one will hold the nose rope tightly.
Populus davidiana grass on the spring bank, lying high and sleeping soundly.
(Poems by Huaihai Weishan Niu)
You were born in the clouds, and you don't have a bottle or bowl with you.
Everyone who doesn't talk about the world is nothing on earth.
(Du Xunhe gave a master poem)
The four origins are chemical industry, and the sound is expensive.
Don't be rude not to talk to ordinary people just because the tone of the palace merchants is different.
(Everyone's ode to the fish drum)
A little blue light reflects the window screen, so that you can read and explain and remember your home.
Just like a dream came true, there is only one wonderful lotus in the world.
(Poems by Wang Anshi and Women)
Put your hand in the field and look down to see the water in the sky.
A pure heart is the way, and retrogression is the progress.
This is a poem about sowing seedlings.
An empty door is silent and light, and the rain washes away the guest dust slightly.
Lying in the white clouds, let him Zui Xiang.
A poem that can stop the rain in a quiet room
When you think of emptiness, everything is empty, and all obstacles are suddenly clear.
East, west, north and south, there is no trace, only this emptiness is real.
(Ode to the Cowherd by Japanese Buddhist Yamayama)
There is a room at the top of a thousand peaks, and the old monk is half a cloud.
At night, the clouds go with the wind and rain, and finally they are not as idle as the old monk.
(Poems on the Top of a Thousand Peaks of Wisdom Mountain)
The stream is clear and the trees are old and pale. It walks past the stream trees and steps on the spring sunshine.
The stream is deep and dense, and the flowers are fragrant.
(Wang Anshi's Poem of Tiantong Mountain Stream)
No precepts, no meditation.
There are three or two bowls of tea, intended for the head.
(Hui Jishi)
Big plums are ripe, old prophet Pang.
If you really see the truth, clap your hands when you meet.
(Poem by Zen master Hua Yuanyue)
I want to realize that the color sky is a Buddhist thing, so I planted a tree in the monk's house.
If you look closely, you will find that Hua Yan's dress is convenient for you to bloom your wisdom.
(Bai Juyi's Poems on Flowers in Monks)
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The sound of the stream is long and the mountains are not clean.
It's noon in all directions at night, so how can you lift yourself up like a human being in the future?
(Su Shi presented a poem to Elder Dong Linhuan)
If you hide without a trace, you will be lonely.
Old mirrors don't grind themselves, and light smoke makes Qiu Guang wet.
(Poems by the Unknown Zen Master)
The name of the thatched cottage is ancient and deep, and Sanzang can't find a topic.
There are only a thousand clouds there, and the wind is still the sound of the tide.
(Poems by Pu Guangzi's Caotang)
Don't doubt whether it is the wind or the gentleman, walk home in the grass.
King Taiping is taboo, and butterflies fly around trees.
(Zen master's poem)
Haimen thin moon is far oblique, and the tide recedes and screams at white sand.
There's nothing wrong with short sleeves and idle forks. See plum blossoms in Ye Jingshan Temple.
(Lv Liuliang Wukong Temple View Plum Blossoms)
If you don't look up at the sky all day, the peach blossoms begin to look up.
Rao Jun has more power to cover Skynet, even if he has a rest, he can go through it.
(He Shan observes training and realizes poetry)
A couch is bare and green, and the painting is cold and heavy.
Lazy melt can get ordinary land, but flowers in Hundred Birds Street can't be found anywhere.
(Poems by Zen Master Zu Yinming)
The number of Huangmei seats is numb and every sentence is organic.
There is really nothing, and the sky is covered by clouds during the day.
(Poem by Zen master Sita)
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It is not difficult to make a mirror of hemp brick, but it is not easy to produce light.
Laughing at those who sit in meditation and worship Buddha, the whip on the cow is even worse.
(Poem by Fo Yin, Zen Master of Yuan Dynasty)
The price of luling rice is broadcast by all parties, but it is not appropriate to sing high and pay low.
I don't do anything to raise my face, but I estimate the amount from north to south.
(Poems by Chang Zen Master)
The language path is clear, so you can look at it carefully.
And the rain and the west wind are urgent, and the near fire turns cold.
(Poems by Zen Master Daowuzhen)
The drow is hard to see, and it transcends the present and ancient times.
The ancient temple is covered with moss, and there is no one to wait on it. The moon locks the pale phoenix.
(Poems by Zen Master Danxia Chun)
The stove smoke carefully burned the meditation room, and the bamboo sun shone on the low wall.
Andrew bought a neighbor, a beggar and a rope bed.
(Li friend presented a poem)
All living beings and buddhas do not invade each other, and the mountains are high and deep.
Knowing the roots and the bottom is very different, and the flowers fall deep.
(Schumann Chi Youshi)
Clouds are high and ancient sites are low. Where can I find a long place to live?
Fishing lang pedestrians deep in the jungle, knocking at the door to ask about their daily lives.
(Schumann's Skill Poem)
Nine years later, my face became empty. I came back with tin and regretted meeting you.
I'm a loser now, and I let others play the guzheng.
(Schumann's Skill Poem)
When will I go back to Zhechao to see the shakuhachi flute on the first floor of Chunyu Building?
I don't know how many bridges I have crossed over the cherry blossoms.
(Schumann's Skill Poem)
Rain is always dark, and spring is everywhere.
The mountain and the temple are lost, and the lake is lonely.
(Tang Gengxu's poems seen in the book at dusk)
I'm tired of seeing the lake smoke in spring, and the sun shakes the wild water.
The grass is still raining, and the mountain purple is setting.
(Tang Gengxu's poems seen in the book at dusk)
Outside the window, the banana is half a temple, and it is quiet.
Clouds are disillusioned with mundane things, and meditation is nothing more than hanging in a bowl.
(Yi Wei's meditation poem)
Starting with Tianzhu's poems, I stepped down from the cloud room.
The new bell rings vividly, and the morning cooking gives off the fragrance of leaves.
A cloud is in Lingshi, and a bird is loose.
The flowers under the eaves are still there, but Zen has forgotten them.
(Yu Mingzhen in Zhu Shi)
Spring has broken on the lake, and willows brush and carve fences by the lake.
I don't need a penny to buy it, but I lost my time with the monks.
(Poems by Dao Ji)
Negative Guo Julin, the residual flowers are lonely, and the water is flowing.
The banquet in the middle of the night sat in a place without lights, and the curtain was full of people.
(Li Guang's New Year Miscellaneous Poems)
The air in Chun Xue is fresh and flowers are blooming everywhere.
I don't know which tree in the garden is a real plum.
(A poem by a Zen master written by Northeast Downs)
Qi Kuo was born and died, and Mo Wen was a solitary monk.
Laugh for no reason, laugh for no reason, even if you have fun, it's like ice.
(Shu Manshi)
I went to Guanzhai on the Qingfeng Tower, which was an eye-opener.
Fang Xin's ordinary times are still far away. He didn't take the future away from Green Ridge.
(The Enlightenment Poem of Master Yue Shan)
Being a bodhi tree is like a mirror.
Wipe frequently, and don't create dust.
(Shen embroidered poetry)
Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not a stage.
Nothing. What caused the dust?
(Poems of Six Ancestors)
Wherever you go, you will reach your hometown.
It is now, so why think about it?
God is like an enlightened poem.
Gold powder in the eye, dust in the bead method.
The spirit is not heavy, who is the Buddha?
(Wen Yanshi)
I have been worrying about everything for years, and I can't open my eyes in all directions.
At this time, the courage is broken, and the river is waiting for lang.
(divided into Buddhist enlightenment poems)
Frozen in flames, flowers fly in September.
The mud cow growls at the water, and the wooden horse hisses at the wind.
(This silent poem)
Looking for a swordsman for thirty years, I was down and out several times.
I have never doubted the peach blossom since I saw it.
(Lingyun Qin Zhi's "Wu Shi")
There is a clearing in front of the mountain, and the fork hand reminds Zu Weng.
I sold it several times and bought it myself, which attracted the pity of the breeze.
(Five Ancestors Performing Enlightenment Poems)
It's foolish to throw a window if an empty door refuses to come out.
When will the old paper come out after a hundred years of drilling?
God praises bees for throwing poems at the window.
I often think of Chu Shi's home in the West Lake. The branches are sparse and cold.
The essence is a matter of time, only the fragrance is not lacking.
(Xu Zhou dupu Mo Mei Shi)
When I came to the north to have a rest, the white grass blew away Chu Jiangqiu.
Road flyover is not a sad autumn guest, and the late mountain is relatively famous.
(Cheng Hao's Poems of Huainan Temple)
Peach blossoms bloom on the rocks. Where do the flowers come from?
Ganoderma lucidum looked back and jumped three sets.
(A poem enlightened by Master Jue Haifa because of a nun)
My heart is like an autumn moon, and the blue pool water is clear and bright.
List things like Aaron and teach me how to say it.
(Hanshan My Heart Poem)
Can floating clouds and storks become tenants of our world? .
Or are you still living in Wazhou Mountain now that everyone is here? .
(Liu Changqing sends poems to the master)
I have a convenience, worth a hundred horses.
After a long battle, you will not enter the county until you die.
(Wang Fanzhi, I have a poem)
Sitting quietly in Nantai, I forgot all day.
It's not wishful thinking. It's all about nothing to discuss.
(Annantai's meditation poem)
Six ancestors had no husband in those days, but thousands of people were puzzled by their books.
Obviously, someone broke his word, but he was given a charity bowl by his family.
(Wu Xinshi)
When the mountain county is depressed, it will be released early, and no one will open the lotus pond.
Smoke rises from the kitchen at Sancha Road, and there are one or two households in Waqing Banner.
(Hui Hongshi)
He rode a big horse and I rode a donkey alone.
Recalling Dai Chai's cold, I feel a little better.
(Poems by Wang Chuzhi)
There are two kinds of spring breeze on a tree, the south branch is warm and the north branch is cold.
Some time ago, I came to the west and flew west and east.
(Yuanqu)
Ancestors left a shoe, which was passed down through the ages.
Walk with empty shoulders and never step on your ass.
(Five Ancestors Performing Cloud Poems)
It's the fire in my heart, which can burn Kutokuhayashi.
If you want to follow the path of Bodhisattva, you must endure humiliation and protect your heart.
(Hanshan Poetry)
Sitting alone for a long talk is also tiring, and the pine burns a fire to warm the robe.
Teenagers can't sleep at night, and the mountains are high.
(Poems by Yu Zi)
The sword is bright in the spring, and the moonlight is white in the cold mountain.
Knowing God in silence is self-evident, and observing the empty world is more than silence.
(Hanshan Poetry)
From the temple, in the depths of the bamboo, came the low sound of the evening bell.
Pilgrims' hats, with the setting sun, are getting farther and farther under the green hills.
(Liu Changqing sends poems to Che Ling)
Write bamboo truth in the eye, lift the leaf to see the spirit.
Knowing that illusion is a celestial phenomenon, I asked for the old wheels on the earth.
(Huang Tingjian wrote a poem about Mo Zhu)