1, Bodhi has no trees, and it is not a stage in the mirror. Nothing. Where's the dust?
2, color is empty, and empty is color.
3, not indifferent, not clear, not quiet, not far away.
4, not afraid of clouds to cover your eyes, only at the highest level.
5, the spring boat is like sitting in the sky, and the old flowers are like fog.
6. The song of everlasting regret suddenly flies like a crane, where to find a lonely cloud.