Appreciation of classic Zen poems
Five-character Zen poetry
I am a bodhi tree, and my heart is like a mirror platform. Wipe it frequently to prevent it from accumulating dust.
Bodhi trees have no trees, and the mirror platform is not a platform. There is nothing, so there is no dust.
Dongshan Xiling is green, but it is sunny under the rain. I want to ask you more things. A pigeon gives birth to an eagle.
Draw the donkey to drink the river, blow the waves with the nose. The shoes are on the shore and the mouth is in the water.
Hoe with your bare hands and ride a buffalo on foot. People cross the bridge, but the bridge does not flow.
Open the golden lock of the chamber of secrets, walk leisurely and let go of the door. A flute without holes will blow out a phoenix cloud.
Clouds disperse, leaves return to their roots. Looking back at the smoke waves, fishing songs go far away from the village.
Stand upright and relax the moon, and the fish swim to the bottom. The scenery is occupied, and it costs nothing.
Eat when you are hungry and add clothes when you are cold. Stretch your feet to sleep when you are sleepy, and love the wind when you are hot.
The heart turns with the world, and it can be quiet when it turns. Go with the flow intellectually, no joy and no worries.
Old bamboo shoots, new flowers grow old branches. Rain urges travelers to arrive, and wind sends sails home.
From a distance, the mountains are colorful, but the water sounds silent. Spring is gone, the flowers are still there, and it is not surprising that people come.
Playing drums and pipa, knowing two families. You can go to Yang Liuan, and I will stay in Dutousha.
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
Speaking of spring, the wind is too strong. Blow flowers with the water and turn over the fishing boat.
The fish that hit the water had a headache, and the birds that stayed in the forest were surprised. No drums at dusk, midnight show.
The cock crows at dusk and the sun shines at midnight. Xue Shizi woke up and opened his red eyes.
Yang Xiaofeng Lu 'an, apricot blossom wall in spring. In summer, Qin Yu is smooth and the pillows are cold.
The dead tree is full of leaves, and Xue Mei is withered by flowers. Beat tung into wood and dip it in snow to eat wax gourd.
The sky is quiet and cloudless, and there is a bright moon in the autumn sky. People in the forest are quiet, and they are happy with each other.
The valley is smoky and the wind sends apricot flowers. Sit quietly all day and forget everything.
Leaves are rustling and dew is hanging. Cleisthenes, running to the cloud goose, sadly holding the cicada in the tree.
When the soul moves, I walk alone, in the beauty that belongs to me only. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.
My heart is like an autumn moon, and the blue pool water is clear and bright. There is nothing like Aaron to teach me how to say it!
The clay idol does not cross the water, but God shines on the world. Who doesn't fake if the snow doesn't rest?
Seven-character Zen poems
There is nothing to comment on when you are free. Get up with tea and hunger, you can watch running water and sit and watch clouds.
Reach into the field with green seedlings and lower your head to see the water in the sky. Physical and mental purity is the way, and retrogression is the way forward.
There are two kinds of spring breeze on a tree, the south branch is warm and the north branch is cold. A while ago, I came to the west, one flew west and the other flew east.
I've been looking for spring, but I can't see it. Mango shoes have broken through the clouds. When I came back, I smiled and sniffed the plum blossoms. Spring has come to the branches.
There are flowers in spring, moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. If you don't mind your own business, this is a good time on earth.
The golden duck incense burner is beautiful and indulged in music. Only beautiful women know about the affairs of adolescence.
The beauty didn't bother to comb her hair when she slept, so she rested with a golden hairpin. On the whole, his muscles and bones are good and romantic, and there is no red powder.
On the 28th, the beauty embroidered late, and the bauhinia bloomed with orioles. When the pointer stopped talking, pity hurt the spring.
Yinger sings in warm spring, and people smile at ordinary times. A few fallen flowers went with the water, and a flute came out of the cloud.
Listening to the cool breeze around the cave stream, I gradually saw the autumn rush into the micro. The fisherman breaks the Xiangjiang River, and the firewood father steps on the pine nuts to return.
When teacher Xihe heard of Kyushu, he was covered in golden hair and animals. A roar, the world is quiet, and all corners of the country are kings.
Dead trees and flowers rob foreign spring, but riding a jade elephant instead of riding a unicorn. Now it is high and hidden away from the Thousand Peaks, and the moon is bright and the wind is clear.
In Vientiane, only people want to be relatives. Looking for it on the road in the past is like looking for ice in the fire today.
The fallen leaves go with the running water, and the spring breeze does not bloom. Qingshan's face is still there, and the sun is shining.
Smoke warms the soil and pastes the farmers, and a plough of new rain breaks the spring ploughing. The suburbs are endless, and weeds and idle flowers are second to none.
I advise you to stop annoying and call it a normal turn. Indifference is completely tasteless, and once it is lifted, it is new.
Bai Yunfei, outside Qingshan Gate, attracts guests with green water. Don't blame me for sitting here often to persuade you to drink. I have seen you since I left you.
On both sides of the river, reeds float on boats, and the midnight breeze is like a hook. Thousands of feet didn't throw it, even though it was Xiujiashan.
The world is full of turmoil, and it hurts to meet you once. Where the water falls, it is the spring at the mouth of the cave.
A few times I got wet and dragged my back. My old heart was lonely and I didn't know it. The wanderer doesn't look down in the air, but a stream of water falls with it.
A heavy mountain has heavy clouds, and the end of the world has turned bitter. Mo Yi came back to sit in the house, and the falling flowers were like birds in spring.
The wind is rustling, the trees are flying and the geese are not coming. No one played the song "The Return of the Native", which made me clap my hands and hesitate.
When all the creatures outside are clear, the cow plays the bamboo flute sideways. A song from the secluded mountain to the green, this situation is not known by Baiyun.
The beauty of ice and snow is the strangest. She often blows Yu Di to people. The music is infinitely charming, and it is the first one created by Xu alone.
Last year, don't leave me on the beach, but today I met you at the seaside. Seeing each other late, I was speechless, crying, and the birds were still in spring.
The dirt and dust, the flower street and the willow lane are cheerful and true. The golden rooster sings the dream of Xiao Qionglou, and a tree blooms in spring.
Jin Lin tried to swallow the boat through the net and kept going upstream. However, it was lured by fishermen and drifted with the waves.
Near Taoyuan, the scenery is quiet, and a pot of bright moon is like autumn. The mouth of the cave reflects the sunset in spring, and countless Hong Ying chase the running water.
Deep in the blue waves, the fisherman was exhausted in the erbium-throwing cable. I don't know where I am in the Crystal Palace under the cool breeze and bright moon.
The east street is smoky and green, and the west lane is peach blossom red. Look around, see enough, and pay a little spring breeze.
Mountain flowers are like spring brocade, and streams are like blue Zhan Ran. Walking into the depths of white clouds, you should know that God never shuts one door but he opens another.
Mountain flowers are like brocade and water is like blue, which highlights Gan Kun without showing his face. I stepped across the road by Wuling stream, and the spring scenery in the cave was different.
No flowers before the rain, no flowers after the rain. Hu Die has climbed over the wall, and I don't know whose spring scenery will fall.
A 100-foot pole does not move, although what you get is not true. We must work hard to make progress, and the boundary of ten parties is the whole body.
Knock down the Yellow Crane Tower with one punch and overturn Nautilus Island with another. Add a good mood when you are in a good mood, and add a good mood when you are in a bad mood.
Dong Jian water flows west, Nanshan Yun Qi Beishan cloud. See you backstage at the front desk, and the bell will ring at the upper boundary and the lower boundary.
Knowing whether it is intentional or not, the eight winds are urgent. There is wind, there is no place for me, and there is no boat.
Clouds and winds are light, and the sky is like water, and the bright moon flows all over the world. Ashamed of the cowboy's infatuation with the old man, his heart is still at the head of the magpie bridge.
The rain washes the red peach calyx tender, and the wind shakes the willow lightly. Strange stones are exposed in white clouds, and ancient trees are clear in green water.
Rain and dew are on the troubled sea, and clouds and thunder are in the mountains of ignorance. The charcoal in the iron pot is blown out, and the sword tree is drunk and makes it rush.
In the late spring, the white cows were not idle, and they still followed the regiment into the chaotic mountains. Pull out the loquat plow to pay off the overnight debt, and then show the tail to others.
Lotus leaves are like mirrors and water chestnuts are like cones. The wind blows away the catkin wool balls, and the rain hits the pear blossoms and butterflies.
A long life is not a boat, you have to go with the flow. Today there is wine, today is drunk, tomorrow there is no money, and tomorrow there is sorrow.
I was homeless when the oblique wind and drizzle came. Looking up at the clouds, I saw the innocent bamboo hat spinning the rivers and seas into hemp fibers.
Huang Du will watch the cooking, and the white cow has been driven very pure. My work has been used all the time, and my family style is everywhere.
However, it is suitable to make tea in the fire cave, and it is difficult to enjoy the cool when the wind blows. Four snakes saw that he was made of the same reed, and two mice invaded the vine without measuring themselves.
Moon rabbits shadow mica fields, seabirds dream of sleeping on coral branches. Sitting in an empty white place in the ring, struggling to move in the dust.
You might as well ask when you see the color, but Yuanyang is embroidered in flowers. Since I met the lily, the wind has blown my sleeves full of fragrance!
When the clouds are gone, the bright moon will eventually become a career. There are six scenes hanging outside Qian Shan, where is the breeze not at home?
When you know right from wrong, mountains and rivers are not in the mirror. When the moon set in the frosty sky, it was already half past midnight. Who will shine in the shadow of Chengtan?
The use of Meretrix meretrix is profound, and the use of the body is unique in ancient and modern times. Snow songs sing little, I don't know where is a bosom friend?
If there is sound on the piano, why not put it in the box? If the sound of the piano comes from your hands, why can't you hear it?
I forgot to say what I said for a moment. I said my dream was empty. How can an empty flower have two fruits? How can a sunny flame find more fish?
Monks also have Fang Chunxing, so Zen has not stopped. When you look at Zhan Ran in the pool, are you never influenced by the shadow of flowers?
The four major complexities are like water. When encountering twists and turns, there is no compromise. Is there anything in the world that touches the ground but doesn't care?