If you only know how to recognize something practical and nothing spiritual, how can you appreciate the wonders of music and books. Over the little BaLing Bridge where people waved farewell, my poetic thoughts flows while watching the woods and caves. Alone by the bend of the mirror lake, where courtiers used to retire, My outreaching spirit is stimulated by the mountain and the river. The world affairs are like a chess game. An expert will see that there is no more move necessary.
Life is like a clay pot, Revealing true emptiness when shattered.
The world affairs are like a chess game. An expert will see that there is no more move necessary. Life is like a clay pot, Revealing true emptiness when shattered. The peasants and villagers are contented with white wine and chicken, while ignorant of gourmet feasts. They are happy with plain clothes and brown shorts.