One
It has been a long time, and the wind has been blowing southward.
In the deep water, listen to the flowing clouds flowing through the time; in the dazzling dance of fire, watch the frogs croaking across the plateau.
The sunshine is like a feather, flying and falling; the shadow is like a rope, remembering and binding.
Those entangled water plants are soft and drift with the current. Telling old things over the years, like the moon in the water.
The commemorated mulberry, rice wine and music are hidden under the still current.
"There is a time to sow and a time to reap", the roots shout in the dark.
A lotus stands in the middle of the water.
Fly freely between the advance and retreat of light and shadow; complete the transformation in the changes of water and fire.
The water birds fly across, causing a pool of green waves to ripple; the embankment is like a string, raising up thousands of miles of fragrant snow.
The bell of the half-mountain pavilion has not spread far, and the "Dede" horse's hooves have splashed wet the dream of the wanderer.
Who is lying drunk in the lotus pond ten miles away?
二
Above the plateau, under the sky, the grand solemnity, the tranquility from the sun, the order of all things
And the clear stream in your heart .
The light opens in your body, as lasting and powerful as a flower blooming on a rock.
The fish shuttles between your spirit and your body. A new world opens with cheers.
Cold is just a sign as hard as iron. The moonlight is calm and sharp as a sword.
Cutting open something stale allows the hot inside to be exposed and flow.
(And) When your heart blooms, there will be wild geese hearing the music of praise; there will be snow falling from the sky, covering the exposed wounds;
There will be a The spring in the distance wakes up again...
But you are still standing, your heart still.
Three
The sun is shining. But you prostrate yourself in the shadow of the water. Like the silence of the Sanskrit sound, like the silent prayer before God.
Learning to compromise with soft things can melt away worries and eliminate distracting thoughts.
Place the bones, flesh and soul in the flowing water. The hard ones are the strongest and the soft ones are the softest.
Let the body submerge and let the beauty hang low. The soul floats freely, like a cloud flying and sublimating.
At that time, Zhaodi was filled with harmonious music and fairy music.
At that time, the lotus pond was overflowing with fragrance pouring down from the sky.
Beauty flows quietly in the depths of time...
Four
The mountains lie on the waves, silent as before.
A pool of ripples flows between your breaths; vast expanse of greenery ripples between your pitches.
You lie down and raise your hands to the sky, stretching them slenderly and straightly. With the tips of your fingers, you point to the dark night and the bright stars.
Above the stars, in the sky above, there is the abode of God, brightly lit.
"A bruised reed will not be broken, and a dying candle will not be blown out."
As time passes, what night is it? Like a shadow, like a dream, like an illusion.
Pick up a drop of dew on your forehead and pick it up at dawn.
In the silhouette of the distant mountains, a faint blush is blooming.
Twining around your fingertips, gradually spreading across the ten-mile lotus pond...