Visiting the Second Patriarch
The ancient hall hangs with grey smoke,
The empty mountain faces the evening Zen.
Above, a thousand realms are silent,
The First Patriarch's single lamp burns on.
Asking for the Dharma, why is the heart so bitter?
Returning to truth, the matter can be passed on.
Year after year, the snow in the cave,
Sleetingly sprinkles all the heavens.
Demon-Refining Platform
Climbing up the precipitous slope,
The sun lingers on pine and ivy.
Here, the ancient platform stands empty,
The celestial wind blows, refining demons.
The pool is void, the dragon enters meditation,
The path is silent, the tiger passes by.
I too have many worldly dust and hindrances,
How can I transcend this world?
Staying at Shaolin and Encountering Snow - Zhang Yingdeng
At dawn's leak, I head to the Central Peak,
At dusk's bell, I stop at Shaolin.
Three flowers reveal a precious color,
Ten thousand gullies drop a clear sound.
Wanting to stand on the high pavilion,
I frequently search for the single shoe.
Where the plum blossoms first bloom,
I linger and hum a long poem.
Staying at Shaolin - Wu Sanle
The joy of seeing the mountains is endless,
So I turn again towards the Zen forest.
Flowers fall on the empty altar at dusk,
A lamp hangs in the shadow of the ancient hall.
Turning the sutras, I greedily lie down like the Buddha,
Listening to the Dharma, I accompany the monks' chants.
The leisurely interest of Shaolin,
Leads me to glimpse the heart of a quiet man.
Where the green screens face each other,
The colors of dusk descend with the last bell.
The valley is quiet, the wind carries the Sanskrit chant,
The window is empty, the moon passes through the pines.
Birthlessness is ultimately a dream,
Sleeping soundly has already become laziness.
The intention to climb the mountain tomorrow,
Can I still lean on a short staff?
Visiting Shaolin Temple and Seeing the Traces of an Ancestor, with Feelings - Xue Qu
In years past, I passed through Shaolin,
Today, I visit again.
The monastery's bell is silent,
The empty mountain's rainy air floats.
The dogwood heralds the festive season,
The wild chrysanthemums are admired in the clear autumn.
An old acquaintance monk is still here,
Before leaving, I stay a while longer.
Ninth Day, Revisiting Shaolin Temple
Shaolin, a beautiful place,
I came again on a whim.
On the ninth day, the meditation hall is quiet,
The thousand-year-old ancient cave is serene.
The mountains, like a dark canopy, converge,
The solitary temple floats in white smoke.
Old friends and yellow flowers together,
We stay, blissfully drunk.
Bodhidharma's Wall-Gazing Cave - Yang Yurun
The day he first came to China,
Mist and clouds opened the cave door.
Moss grows on the wall-gazing stone,
Snow dampens the meditation robe.
Five leaves pass before the lamp,
Three flowers fly above the head.
I don't know, after transmitting the Dharma,
Why did he return to the west?
Summer Day Visit to Shaolin Temple - Du Chengxu
Ten thousand mountains surround the precious temple,
Cypress and pine float in green smoke.
Dragons and elephants open the golden realm,
Cloud gates plant the field of blessings.
The shape of the peak marks ancient times,
The terrain is laid out in the middle of the sky.
There is also the meaning of coming from the West,
Transmitting the lamp across the sea.
A Gift for the Reverend Wuyan - Yang Yurun
In the monastery, a solitary cloud is quiet,
Meeting the master, I asked about Zen several times.
The heart understands the principle beyond words,
Silently harmonizing with the heaven of meditation.
Who first awakens to the ten thousand dharmas?
The three vehicles are all mysterious.
Taking refuge is now near,
The ancient cave holds the true transmission.
Passing Shaolin on a Snowy Night, Mourning the Reverend Huanxiu
The day the traveler passes again,
The Zen gate does not open.
The sound of the gatha is a lingering echo of a dream,
The rhyme of the bell sends out a clear sorrow.
A solitary cloud darkens over Shaolin,
Ten thousand gullies of Mount Song are shattered.
The stupa is empty before my eyes,
Where can I seek the Tathagata?
Visiting Wuyan in the Snow
On a cold day, the north wind is fierce,
I wrap my fur coat and head to Shaolin.
Snowy cliffs like a gathering of jade,
Frosty paths deep in ten thousand mountains.
How can I say I came to explore the wonders?
I came to visit the Way.
Master Da had an appointment,
Now I come to Tiger Creek to find it.
Listening to Wuyan Preach the Dharma
The ultimate Way is originally without words,
Coming from the West, we see the Dharma gate.
The single transmission comes from wondrous enlightenment,
A single reed is the true origin.
Entering the seat, the mountains in front bow,
Ascending the altar, this Way is honored.
Celestial flowers still fall in profusion,
Already my worldly troubles have ceased.
Ascending Mount Shaoshi at Night
The peaks of Songshan often enter my dreams,
Tonight, I am happy to ascend.
The sky is near, hanging down the Milky Way,
The wind is high, chasing away worldly cares.
Pale clouds seal the steep cliffs,
The bright moon illuminates the Zen heart.
In this holy age, I think of Shen Fu,
The descending spirit is only of fragrant virtue.
Going to Yiyang, passing by Shaolin on the way.
Two poems were written on this day, with light rain in the evening.
Clear sky - Wang Wei
Penetrating the mist on a secluded search,
For years I have heard of Shaolin.
Arriving at the gate, the mountain rain comes,
Circling the temple, the stone spring hums.
Flowers fall, the middle sky is pure,
Pines hide the deep chamber of Taishi.
The lamp in the niche is still bright,
Still illuminating the Zen heart.
Grass and trees connect to the Central Peak,
Mist and clouds embrace the northern Mang mountains.
Ancient Zen was transmitted in the Later Wei,
A great stele stands from the early Tang.
The place is remote, the whale-sound is mighty,
The peaks are high, the crane's rhyme is long.
Fuqiu's invitation has not been accepted,
Night after night, I pay homage with fragrant incense.
Visiting Shaolin - Li Tinglong
Stone walls rise to the sky,
A solitary pine is like an old Zen master.
It has reached the sky for some time now,
Its straight trunk is many years old.
Its nature is fixed, a true formula,
Its mechanism forgotten, it is a true trap.
I have seen the face of the Tathagata,
The heart-seal has already been transmitted.
Staying at Shaolin - Zou Shouyu
Fragrant herbs perfume the path,
In the golden fortress, I am happy to have friends.
A good trip is not easy to come by,
A beautiful scene is even better to ascend together.
Under the pines, a flying crane circles,
The bell urges the meditating monk.
There are many ancient relics from previous dynasties,
The high pagoda still has a lingering lamp.
Visiting Shaolin Temple on a Mission to Daliang - Pan Yuzhi
Halting my journey to escape into Zen,
This place is cool and secluded.
The clouds are deep, the solitary chime is damp,
The temple is ancient, a single lamp hangs.
Seeing the trees, I know the monk's age,
The carved stele records the Buddha's year.
I am not a guest of the Lotus Society,
In vain, I face the distant master's virtue.
Entering Shaolin Temple - Zhou Yi
The monastery is called marvelous and unique,
The mountain monks bear a great name.
They discuss mystery and practice martial arts,
They worship the Buddha and love to discuss military strategy.
Their courage surpasses that of the three armies,
Their hearts are as heroic as ten thousand men.
When the central plains are in turmoil,
I will borrow you to slay the great whale.
Gazing at Shaoshi in the Rain - Zhang Bangji
For several years I have thought of Vulture Peak,
How many times have I climbed it in my clear dreams?
The color of the trees is veiled in light mist,
The scenery passes over distant mountains.
At the cave entrance, clouds and mist converge,
On the cliff top, the wind and rain are strong.
I crane my neck to look at the fragrant temple,
Leaning on my staff, I should go by myself.
A Gift for Zen Master Wuyan - Shen Shixing
I envy you after you have set your mind at ease,
Spending your years lying in the green hills.
Eating hemp, the birds look at the bowl,
Sitting on a stone, the moon gives birth to clothes.
Not esteeming a heaven-talking tongue,
But wielding a lightning-fast mechanism.
If someone asks about the meaning of Zen,
You just point to the clouds on the ridge and fly.
Two Poems for Wuyan - Li Yangong
A single robe outside the solitary cloud,
Remotely, the home of the emperor's release.
Building a hut, relying on the two chambers,
Flying a staff, picking the three flowers.
The lotus is the seat for preaching the sutras,
The cup is a raft for floating on the sea.
I am lost on the other shore,
Are you willing to point me to the ford?
All that has form is an illusion,
To be wordless is the beginning of truth.
You are able to penetrate the great wisdom,
I have also awakened to my past causes.
The solitary moon hangs like a heart-seal,
The three heavens turn the wheel of Dharma.
A thousand years after Bodhidharma,
Who is the person gazing at the wall?
Sending Wuyan into Shaolin
Having reached the point of no words,
How can there be a Dharma to transmit?
Nine years of empty wall-gazing,
A thousand years of futile Zen meditation.
The lineage has always been like this,
The karmic conditions are all profound and distant.
Yuzhang has much precious energy,
A single path inserts into the middle of the sky.
A Gift for Wuyan - Wang Zhen
The guest road winds around the transverse ridge,
The Zen hall controls the green peak.
In vain I study the remaining stone shadow,
I have not yet fulfilled my flower-offering heart.
The grass is lush with the colors of spring,
The pine cliff is inverted in the evening shade.
How can I be without restraint?
The wild interest leads to a secluded search.
Staying at Shaolin Temple - Qin Jin
At sunset, the monks are in meditation,
In the deep forest, the guest passes by himself.
Orioles and flowers, the colors of spring are old,
The platforms and halls have much moonlight.
The bird path follows the green cliff,
The sound of the bell comes from the green ivy.
Who asks for the price of entering the mountains?
The poems of Du Fu are allowed to be recited.
Shaolin Zen Monastery - Yin Zhao
South of the Yuanyuan road,
I enter Shaolin to practice Zen.
The four sides of the mountain are lush,
A single path is dense with cypress trees.
Facing the scenery, I forget fame and fortune,
Reading the steles, I peruse the past and present.
The shadow on the towering stone,
Who knows Bodhidharma's heart?
Shaolin - Li Han
The monastery borders the ancient road,
My luggage and I pass by again.
The rain makes the mountain shape thin,
The sky is empty, the sun is bright.
A fine stream meanders,
Old trees are hung with long ivy.
The inscriptions on the stone are full,
With whom can I recite a poem?
Sitting in the Abbot's Room at Night - Mei Huiyan
Why do clergy and laity gather?
The incense is burned, the night talk ends.
Half-lit, the bamboo shadows are cut,
The ten thousand sounds of nature penetrate the cold clothes.
The hands are cold, the vine staff is thin,
The heart is empty, the abbot's room is wide.
In a profound state, I forget sitting and lying,
I should be able to enjoy a pleasant conversation.
Second Patriarch's Nunnery - Wen Ruzhang
The solitary peak is the realm of Buddhas and patriarchs,
The palace of the Dharma King for ten thousand kalpas.
The arm has already been cut by the golden knife,
The body is still in the ice and snow.
The mind speaks, the flower trees blossom,
The staff is struck, the water spring flows.
Leaving sweetness, the heavens are quiet,
The lamp is transmitted under the evening wind.
Wall-Gazing Shadow - Zhang Yi
I also want to escape into Zen,
My travels surpass the Jetavana garden.
My destiny is strange, I am ashamed to wear the official's ribbon,
My literary talent encompasses the mountains and rivers.
The stone is familiar with the shadow of what year?
The lamp burns in the niche for five nights.
I look at the famous tracks without stopping,
Where I look, I am reluctant to leave.
Shaolin Temple - Song Xuan
I am not tired of singing and traveling,
I regret that I came here late.
Yellow leaves open the autumn hall,
Green mountains cover the old stele.
Clouds return to the wet dragon cave,
The pine is bent, the crane's nest is precarious.
I must leave my name,
I will carve a poem on the cliff.
Shaolin Temple - Fang Chengyu
One person on the Yuanyuan ridge,
Windingly sees Shaolin.
White clouds make the monk's robe cold,
Yellow leaves deepen the temple gate.
The fruit comes from the Bodhi seed,
The spring flies with the sound of Sanskrit chants.
The cool and spiritual realm is different,
It is best to wash away the troubles of the heart.
Sitting in Shaolin at Night, Waiting for the Moon - Zhou Mengyang
All sounds are silent here,
In the empty mountains, the stars are few.
Hanging in the forest, the waning moon rises,
A meditating monk returns.
Who invites me to drink on the forked road?
The dust of the world has not yet ceased its mechanism.
My homesickness is not extinguished,
I almost want to fulfill my original desire for reclusion.
Sitting in Shaolin at Evening - Qu Daxiang
The mountain gate crosses the evening scene,
The stone chamber emits green smoke.
The gate faces the Sheng-blowing ridge,
The window overlooks the ear-washing spring.
The cliff shadow returns to the bamboo courtyard,
Fragrant Sanskrit chants rise from the flower sky.
Sitting and waiting for the crane of Fuqiu,
Returning to sleep on the pine tree.
Shaolin Temple - Yan Yuxi
The magnificent temple in the jewel forest is quiet,
Majestically pillows the great mountain.
The splendor of the mist embraces the door,
The rhymes of the birds are many among the flowers.
The Zen room leads to a secluded path,
The golden field is overgrown with wild grass.
The mountain gate surrounds the Luo River,
All sounds of nature are clear and harmonious.
Visiting Shaolin at Sunset - Chen Pei
The setting sun is outside the ridge,
The forest and ravines are already dusk.
The true realm is hidden in the monastery,
A secluded search enters the Jeta Grove.
The lamp illuminates the Buddha world,
The round moon fills the mountain gate.
I want to ask about the Dharma of transmitting the robe,
The illusory shadow remains among the stones.
Shaoyang River - Chuan Mei
The water below Shaoyang Peak,
Winds and turns into a river.
In the mountains, it is a clear stream,
Out of the mountains, it raises white waves.
Fragrant trees shade the flower islet,
White birds walk on the green grass.
I am happy in this vast place,
I do not hear the song of the young boy.
Four Poems on Shaolin
Stone steps connect to the golden rope,
I explore the wonders one by one.
The wild clouds are closed like an official,
The ancient cypress is bald like a monk.
The rhythm of Sanskrit is the rain of a thousand forests,
The Zen heart is the ice of ten thousand ravines.
Not a single word came from the West,
Where is the difference between the three vehicles?
The mountain leaves want to turn red in autumn,
The mountain spring fills the stream.
Practicing Zen, I know my governance is clumsy,
Arriving at the temple, I feel my heart is at rest.
The pagoda's shadow slants across the sky,
The sound of the bell glows in the evening tower.
After the simple meal is finished,
I want to leave but linger on.
The sun sets, ten thousand mountains are dark,
The celestial wind scatters the evening coolness.
Opening the curtain, clouds enter the seat,
The trees around the house form a wall.
Worldly cares are like empty flowers, all gone,
The clear night is long, the water clock drips.
Where is the blue lotus?
The flying spittle leaves a lingering fragrance.
The trees are dense, the shade is long,
The white mountain clouds can be sought.
A slanting pine embraces a cold stone,
A thin stream pierces the distant forest.
Fragrance scatters on the ground of true reality,
The lamp is bright in the non-dual heart.
The distant master allows people into his society,
Who would still be attached to the flower hairpin?
Visiting Bodhidharma's Wall-Gazing Cave - Huang Hong
Treading on my shoes, I ascend the high ridge,
A thousand peaks are tinged with evening shade.
Hibiscus and green peaks converge,
The white clouds are deep in the cogon grass.
The cave is winding, one gets lost on the path,
The altar is empty, only the sound of Sanskrit.
Looking at the place of wall-gazing,
I wash away my worldly cares.
Visiting the Second Patriarch's Nunnery in the Rain
The distant green mountains are at dusk,
The stone steps are slanted with solitary clouds.
My staff and shoes get wet,
The fine rain dampens my kasaya.
By the old well, two cypresses remain,
The mist scatters five flowers.
In what year will I leave my official position?
Here I will study the art of immortality.
Entering Shaolin, Arriving at the First Patriarch's Nunnery
Did you come with the stone you slept on?
The green mountains remember my dream.
Ascending the clouds, a new path is opened,
The stone trees are old, the old support is there.
The ancient vine has moss-like patterns,
The Indian seal on the wall is the shadow of a monk.
Master Mo was truly cunning,
When did he ever leave with just one shoe?
Talking with the Abbot Wuyan
With a staff, I part the autumn smoke,
I have been the head of the hall for twenty years.
I return to you the half-faced discussion,
Begging for a ladle of Zen.
The stone wall is seen from the window,
The pine wind is considered on the couch opposite.
Life is like a drifting boat,
We both have snowy hair hanging down.
Shaolin Night Thoughts - Huang Chengyuan
The bell of the tower is far away,
The long night silences the empty sky.
The moon turns beyond the bowl peak,
A monk returns before the imperial fortress.
The flower-waving energy has moved,
The shadow of the tree on the couch is slanted.
Taishi peak is far opposite,
Layers of mist fly with auspicious smoke.
Xi'an Monastery - Qu Daxiang
After the lamp was transmitted,
A mountain was opened again in this place.
Two chambers, three flowers,
Among a thousand peaks and ten thousand trees.
I take a guest up to the incense platform,
The bamboo courtyard waits for the distant clouds.
Since I have understood the meaning of a peaceful mind,
Why should I remain in long seclusion?
The layman lives among men and gods,
The monastery is by the water and stones.
The forest opens the precious realm,
Holding a bowl, I ladle the fragrant spring.
Flowers bloom after the lamp is transmitted,
Birds return before the chime is struck.
The place where guests are kept above,
The pine and moon share a peaceful meditation.
Staying at Shaolin - Xu Wan
Pillowed in the monk's quarters,
Sleeping alone, my dream is also clear.
The mountains are deep, the clouds have feet,
The night is quiet, the sound of rain is frequent.
I want to face the nine-year wall,
But it's hard to go against my love for my mother.
Tomorrow I will stop my horse and leave,
The apes and cranes will greet me.
Two Poems on Visiting Shaolin - Wang Yingqi
Searching for truth, the celestial road is distant,
I stop my horse at the tip of Songshan peak.
A long roar startles the cranes,
A clear chant falls from my drunken beard.
The ancient stele remains in the Dharma realm,
The dark pagoda inserts into the high eaves.
I want to visit here often,
How can I have worldly dislikes?
The cock crows, I suffer from the musk-scented yoke,
The crane leads me to a quiet retreat.
The tea-scented clouds hang down their feet,
The vegetable dish is cut sweet with frost.
The medicine plot is sealed with earth-grown fungus,
The steps are covered with fallen window curtains.
I am ashamed that I do not have immortal bones,
We spend the whole day together.
Ninth Day at Shaolin Temple - Qiu Zhaolin
To climb high on this day,
This day happens to be in the mountains.
Before asking about the beauty of Songshan,
I first pray to the Buddha for leisure.
Chrysanthemums are suitable for the eyes of a famous scholar,
Pines match the face of an old monk.
In autumn, the mood of a weary man,
I have finally climbed the dangerous cliff.
Staying at Shaolin - Zhu Heng
The First Patriarch opened the first ground,
The incense platform is empty and green.
The ridge spring holds the water of virtue,
The five leaves scatter in the jewel forest.
The bell stops, the Zen gate is at dusk,
The mountain is cold, the precious pagoda is in shade.
In the empty hall, a slice of moon,
Will print the heart of the broken reed.
Traveling the county, I pass a famous temple,
I knock on the door of the monastery in the wind.
Upon arrival, all things are quiet,
Where I walk, a single lamp hangs.
The Dharma of enlightenment is not the Dharma,
Forgetting karma is not leaving karma.
Burning incense, I hold a half-gatha,
And am enlightened to the true mystery.
A Gift for Wuyan - Song Shien
The Way comes from the West,
The monk comes from the capital.
Translating sutras, he stays in the two chambers,
Preaching the Dharma, he resides on the three platforms.
The staff hangs, breaking the clouds of Songshan,
The cup floats, the sea moon returns.
Where is the Bodhi tree?
How many flowers have opened since its arrival?
The Deer Park will transmit the Dharma,
The Dragon Palace will temporarily preach the sutras.
The lotus flower opens the precious treasury,
The palm leaf reveals the vermilion scripture case.
When Zen meditation leaves the sun,
Fame is high and already corresponds to the stars.
I still hear the bronze is here,
For me, I ask the mountain spirit.
Ascending Wuru Peak - Xu Wan
Shaoshi has morning rain,
I stay in the Zen room for a couple of nights.
Climbing the ivy, I ascend to the absolute summit,
Leaning on my fame, I drink from the dragon pool.
The red grains of the mountain pepper are fine,
The grey smoke from the wild trees is dense.
The slanting sun shines on the forest,
Where does the sound of the flute come from?
The road before Wuru Peak,
The traces of travelers are rare.
When the mood comes, it becomes a great pleasure,
My heart is drunk, I want to forget to return.
The dramatic leaves divide the mountain marrow,
Piercing the clouds, breaking the stone clothes.
The setting sun darkens the western ravine,
The cave master closes the wooden door.
Shaolin Temple - Liu Yuhu
Not accustomed to the weariness of the world,
I often think of passing through Shaolin.
The fragrance of flowers makes the realm quiet,
The layered peaks enter deep into the clouds.
My eyes are moistened by looking at the mountains,
The cup is filled as I sit on the stone.
After the rain, it is even more secluded,
The greenness drips from the distant ridge.
Two Poems on Shaolin Temple - Ye Feng
After the chaos, the monks are also few,
Sitting in the evening, there is no one.
The ancient hall is propped up by water,
The abundant steles are like hemp.
The Qin dynasty locust tree is suspected to be of the fifth rank,
The Bodhi tree is imagined with three flowers.
There are still dense cypress trees,
Towering into the clouds, they can be praised.
A famous temple in the world,
An ancient place of worship in the sky.
The ancestral court should be the first,
The holy truth is not ordinary.
In the last days of the Dharma, words are mistaken,
The remaining style is strong in competition.
Three feet of grass in late spring,
Who will open the hall again?
Shadow Stone
Where did this piece of stone come from?
The clouds illuminate the body of Bodhidharma.
If it is a shadow, it should have no color,
Who can believe it has a spirit?
Nine years, only the ancient wall,
A single shoe is also past dust.
With the words of Qi Xie,
The true face is falsely transmitted.
Staying at Shaolin - Li Tianfa
After the rain, I ascend the fragrant temple,
The sound of the pines is like the sound of Sanskrit.
In the Zen dwelling, all sounds are silent,
In the abbot's room, a single lamp is bright.
Tired birds roost in the high forest,
A crying ape is clear at midnight.
The guest's window is often sleepless,
I have repeatedly seen the Big Dipper move sideways.
Seeking the Place of Bodhidharma's Wall-Gazing
The old Zen can be broken through,
By gazing at the wall, one awakens to true emptiness.
His tracks are hidden far from the dust and clamor,
His hidden cultivation of the Way is complete.
Nine years in the mountain valley,
In a stone hut with a grass hermitage.
I remember how he floated across the river,
The reed catkins in the wind on the river.
Bodhidharma's Wall-Gazing Cave - Shi Runzhang
The central peak is divided into five breasts,
The sheer cliff turns a thousand times.
The road is winding and dangerous like a sheep's intestine,
The rock penetrates deep into the tiger's den.
His righteousness entered, his words can be understood,
A piece of stone, if it has a knowing heart.
I have worked hard to find the old traces,
Vast and boundless, from ancient times to the present.
Shaolin Temple - Shen Quan
I have heard that Shaolin Temple,
Has been through the ashes of many kalpas.
The remnant stele is eroded by moss,
The sheer cliff is old and empty green.
The place where a thousand Buddhas transmitted the lamp,
The three flowers stand in the snow pavilion.
The dense cypress trees of what dynasty,
Are always protected by divine spirits.
Shaolin Ancestral Hall - Wang Jia
The mountain is empty, the monks' words are silent,
I knock alone on the door of the ancestral hall.
The precious stone flows with divine radiance,
The golden lamp emits a white brilliance.
The great vehicle's clear truth emerges,
The half-word's wonderful sound returns.
Outside the door, the pine flowers fall,
They should fly with the rain of Dharma.
Shaolin Temple Bamboo - Jiao Fuheng
The bamboo in front of the master's eaves,
Is green and durable to look at.
The graceful beauty leaves a plain shadow,
The beautiful patterns reflect the waves.
The moon is wet, the branches and smoke are delicate,
The wind meets the dew on the leaves.
It is only fit for the phoenix to be led,
I am ashamed that my bad poems are published.
Four Poems on Escaping the Summer Heat with a Friend at Shaolin - Jiao Fuheng
To keep the appointment of a good friend,
At dawn, I ascend the green hills.
Asking the mountain, it hides the draft,
The rain is collected into the clothes.
Indulging myself, I peek at the snake path,
Desolately, I sit on the stone pier.
There should be a waiting seagull,
The bird has already forgotten its mechanism.
The mountains are deep, the cool air floats,
The shame is reduced, the persimmons are no longer offered.
The liquid is wine from bamboo skin,
A crown can be made from the flying waterfall.
A thousand trees are locked in the smoke,
Ten thousand peaks are cold at this moment.
My feet are clear, I admire the stone,
I walk on the bridge and watch the moon.
A hill competes for the land,
The cassia world is clear and empty.
I wash my head in the rain of Bodhi,
I open my lapels to the wind of the rose apple.
The skill is high, the white hand,
The summer is solved in the green lotus palace.
A hundred feelings rely on the ice,
The heat is not easy to attack.
The dark monastery, the secluded land is new,
The poem is just right to be chanted.
The fire clouds converge for a thousand miles,
The cool rain has been here for several days.
Leaving the couch, the clear chime remains,
Opening the window, the green mist is released.
The heroes compete for harmony,
The green niche is tired of the south of Songshan.
Visiting Shaolin - Wang Wutian
The temple is broken, the mountain monks are few,
People come, the summer stream is secluded.
The golden wheel sinks in the green tiles,
The iron phoenix resounds in the spiritual pool.
The moon is chaotic, the fireflies flow white,
The wind is high, the trees are about to turn to autumn.
Entering the forest, I meet Huiyuan,
It is good to travel together with flying staffs.
Inscription on Bodhidharma's Wall-Gazing Stone - Jiao Yinchong
The holy truth is originally not two,
The ancestor from the West came to Shaolin.
A single shoe was left behind,
The stone was imprinted with nine years of heart.
The illusory shadow exists in heaven and earth,
The transmission of the lamp connects the past and present.
Climbing the vines to the end of the beautiful scenery,
The clouds imitate the deep wild nunnery.
Avoiding the Summer Heat at Shaolin - Fu Ershi
Stone steps float with summer clouds,
Following the clouds to the top.
The celestial platter holds the solitary temple,
The rain挾 the chaotic mountains flow.
The hands of the crowd are low,
The jujube flowers secretly form in autumn.
The monastery has accumulated secluded feelings,
I stay here for a couple of nights.
The dangerous pavilion is in the empty rock,
The high wind cannot be withstood.
The desolate platform remains from the Wei Emperor,
The old monk talks about King Zhou.
The Buddha's pigeons fly past people,
The mountain goblins hide from the sun.
The bamboo forest is a place to escape,
Who laughs at the madness of Ruan Sheng?
Gazing at Shaolin Temple - Wang
From a high place, I gaze at Shaolin,
A small path divides at the top of the ridge.
The five breasts open up to the temple,
A pair of pines slants towards the clouds.
The mist's splendor floats on the distant chime,
The spring colors are written in flying characters.
Every day I lie in the mountains,
Often with the deer as my companions.
From Dragon Pool to Shaolin Temple, an Inscription for My Fellow Travelers - Tang Bai Juyi
The mountain unfolds like a field of clothes, six or seven worthies,
Picking flowers and treading on the green, playing with the gurgling stream.
The moon of the Nine Dragon Pool falls into the wine cup,
The pine wind of the third rank blows like pipes and strings.
Strong and healthy, we should travel to beautiful places,
Cool and refreshing, we don't feel the passing of the summer.
Only then do I know that the crane carriage comes from beyond the clouds,
There is another kind of carefree immortal on earth.
Staying at Shaolin Temple, West of the Zen Hall, Outside the Back Wall - Song Wen Yanbo
Thirty-six immortal peaks surround the Buddha's dwelling,
Worldly dust is temporarily eliminated here.
Coming from the west, I have not yet understood the Zen master's meaning,
Going north, I still rush in the messenger's carriage.
The fifth-rank sealed locust tree is still here today,
The nine-year wall-gazing, how was it in the past?
I know in my heart that it is hard to awaken in one night,
In the flower treasury, I search again for the palm-leaf book.
Staying in the Shaolin Mountains - Ming Min Daoyang
The bell rings in the temple, the sound is on the mountain,
Dadian and Zhidun are both famous names.
The heart is transmitted at the mouth of the cave where the dragon listens to the Dharma,
The wall is gazed at on the cliff where the tiger walks as a companion.
Fragrant herbs and a stone altar where fungus grows together,
The incense from the burner and the tea in the cup are poured out clearly.
Don't bother the horse to seek the true formula,
I am fortunate to have ascended to the other shore in this life.
Staying at Shaolin - Liu Shaoxu
Ten thousand peaks repeat, the path gradually enters,
The interest in the Yuanyuan increases.
Yellow leaves are full before me, yet I am still a guest,
In the depths of the white clouds, I will rely on a monk for now.
The moon over the central plains passes the third watch of the night,
The sky of Shaoshi opens the first vehicle.
I try to look at the color of the sweet dew on the high platform,
It doesn't hurt to rely again on the jade lotus lamp.
Shaolin Temple - Liang Jianting
The heavens open up the momentum,
Poets of the past and present compete to ascend.
The wild is dustless, a thousand realms are quiet,
The desolate mountain has a temple, ten thousand karmas are empty.
The wonderful Dharma from the West is hidden in the Tripitaka,
Facing south, the central peak is printed with five tombs.
Seeing the light of Mani illuminating the world,
From where can one find a true monk?
Traveling to Shaolin with Others - Wu Sanle
The strange peaks and green mountains are surrounded by the design of the mountains,
The staff should be used to climb everywhere.
The stream water turns from the Milky Way's joy,
The Zen palace is half-hidden by the white clouds.
By rubbing the shadow on the wall, I know the monk is in meditation,
I also think of the sound of the sheng and the distant crane.
I love the mist and clouds most, now I have a companion,
I want to gather herbs and preserve my youthful face.
Visiting Bodhidharma's Cave - Chen Wenzhu
The sheer cliff and green ridge, ten thousand layers of clouds,
I linger and ascend as the sun is about to set.
The five breasts and solitary peak, no one reaches,
The nine-year empty shadow, the stones are its companions.
The precious light still shines on the characters of the remaining stele,
The Sanskrit words are heard especially from the ancient trees.
What's more, a friend can bring wine,
Late at night, we still check the texts of Sakyamuni.
Staying at Shaolin - Shi Gongzhi
On a tour, I happen to stay in the mountains,
Southwest of Songshan, in front of Shaoshi.
I love the quietness of the ridge clouds, the light taste of the world,
I temporarily follow the monk and abstain from meat.
The pine wind is rustling, it is about to rain,
The green barrier is empty, the evening smoke rises.
The ancient moon on the wall-gazing cliff,
The cold light is silent, I understand how to escape from Zen.
Visiting Shaolin - Wang Yaobi
The road west of Songshan is a thousand feet long,
At dusk, I linger to visit Shaolin.
I search for the bird path among the clouds in vain,
Suddenly from the sky, the sound of a whale roars.
The peak turns, the towers and pavilions emerge from the treetops,
The road turns, the halls and pavilions face the mountainside.
Several old monks fly to welcome me,
In the depths of the Zen hall, I wash away the dust from my heart.
Again
The scenery of Shaolin is the best in the world,
I had already heard of it thirty years ago.
I love to visit, I don't plan for the bamboo's interest to arrive,
When I ascend, I am especially happy that the wild clouds present themselves.
I open the sutra treasury to see the Lotus Sutra,
I sit in the Zen hall facing the green screen.
I ask, where has the true person gone?
Under the eaves of the udumbara flower, it is half withered.
Staying at Shaolin - Ren Weixian
A few clear chimes pass through the forest mist,
The zither and crane follow the monk into the green hills.
Transcending the world, I believe no dust can reach,
Opening the mountain, there was indeed a flying staff.
The green peaks are all suitable for seclusion,
The white hair is dense, but the mechanism has not ceased.
The Zen couch faces the window moon at night,
Lying down, I feel that I have deeply understood the mistakes of the past.
Shaolin Temple - Liu Yuhu
The golden wheel and fragrant temple are covered in heavy green smoke,
The spring mist is green and forms several peaks.
The woodcutter does not stop his axe all day,
The monks' bell rings in vain at the six times.
I should pity the clouds left on the seat,
I turn around the dragon hall to see the snow seal.
The old cypresses and withered locust trees rely on the great marsh,
Making people for a thousand years admire the remaining traces.
Ascending Songshan in Summer, Stopping due to the Heat, and Returning to the Sweet First Patriarch's Nunnery - Yang Yurun
Winding up the stone steps, the morning clouds are steaming,
It must be that Songshan is not easy to ascend.
The five breasts connect to the green Milky Way, the three flowers,
Are scattered and hang on the bird-vines and clouds.
The smoke and clouds of seclusion are separated from Shaoshi,
The water and moon of preaching are clear.
Don't be surprised at the empty wall-gazing of that year,
The Zen school originally belonged to the monks of the Six Dynasties.
Shaolin Temple - Lu Bangyao
The pavilion is in the layers of peaks, which one?
The setting sun sinks into the green, falling on the west peak.
Half-empty smoke and mist, the wind hisses the horses,
The valley of pine waves responds to the bell.
The true seal has already crossed with the First Patriarch,
The closed cloud does not long for the Han dynasty's seal.
At dawn, I watch the mountain monk's steps,
Pointing to the stele inscriptions, counting the old tracks.
Obstructed by Rain at Shaolin - Yan Shu
The pouring autumn rain silences the Zen palace,
My interest in climbing is blocked, my waxed shoes are at an end.
Smoke and mist coil in the window, the five breasts,
The green hills are lost beyond the sky, the two bears.
The mountain monk serves wine frequently, the floating ants,
The cold chrysanthemums are picked from the nearby clusters.
A single strike of the bowl, the clouds gather even more,
The evening wind rustles, the water melts together.
Visiting Shaolin - Li Tinglong
How many times have I looked forward to the summit of Shaolin?
To ascend with a messenger is also a strange thing.
Clouds embrace the Zen gate, opening a winding path,
The clear wind on the guest road brushes new branches.
Leaning on the railing, the ninety thousand li of the roc's world,
Looking to the horizon, the three thousand worlds of the great earth.
I want to point out the place where all beings can be enlightened,
Subduing demons does not require many words.
A path opens up in the foothills,
I come on a flying horse under the clear sky.
The clouds follow the color of the trees, creating much karma,
My sleeves brush the fragrance of the flowers, carrying a good wind.
At the point of enlightenment, who can transcend the sea of suffering?
Awakened, there are guests who are in harmony with the time.
The wonder of the righteous emperor is in his wordlessness,
I ask the ancient master of the innate.
Shaolin Matters - Yan Duo
The first mountain west of Taishi,
The old Zen gate where Bodhidharma practiced seclusion.
He left a single shoe to be transmitted outside the world,
His shadow脫 his whole body is in the stone.
The old pine is about to transform into a dragon and leave,
The deep clouds protect the crane from flying far.
The monks have come out of meditation, but the door is still closed,
The thirty-six peaks are closed opposite each other.
Passing Shaolin - Hu Mi
Traveling west of Songshan, I look at Shaolin,
The remains of the two masters are still worth seeking.
The Dharma nest is grand, its foundation is far-reaching,
The shadow wall is desolate, it has gone through deep kalpas.
The thirty-six strange peaks are like the forest of Sanskrit forms,
The pair of spiritual wells reflects the Zen heart.
Who knows that a guest with a floating name in the world,
Has obtained a moment of leisure to wash his heart?
Shaolin - Wu Guozhen
A hundred miles of Songshan, half a day's return,
Zhu Duan does not borrow a leisurely person.
I hear the three flowers on the stone are old,
I see the five breasts in the clouds.
The strange pine is old, resembling Bodhidharma's face,
The secluded cave wants to exhaust the king's mirror.
When I come again, I plan to make a pact with the mountain spirit,
To send a clear wind to help me cross the pass.
Visiting the Master of Shaolin but Not Meeting Him - Zhu Fu
I have a good feeling, to whom can I express it?
The host is not here, I have come in vain.
A volume of sutras is sealed by clouds on the door,
The four walls of pine and fir are filled with the moon on the platform.
I leave a poem in the bamboo courtyard with lingering affection,
Returning on the boat on the Shanxi stream, I hesitate.
I send a message to the one with a peaceful mind,
I have let down the mountain stove for a whole night's ashes.
Qin Dynasty Locust Tree
A person who lives to be a hundred is already outstanding,
The ancient tree has gone through several thousand years of wind and frost.
The trunk is straight, like a different person leaving the day of Zhao,
The roots are coiled, not the son who entered the year of Qin.
The five pines of Taishan share the same spirit,
The three cypresses of Songyang are proud to be compared.
If you say that a Zen dwelling can grow old on its own,
Then you have personally seen the palm leaves come from the Western Heaven.
Visiting Shaolin - Ding Yingtai
The green mountains and empty curves, the land is clear and beautiful,
The dark palace hides the home of the emperor.
The Zen branch of the Jeta grove opens five leaves,
The immortal tree of the jewel forest picks three flowers.
The empty sky and pool water sink into the solitary cloud,
The sun shines on the incense smoke, forming colorful clouds.
Directly awakening to the single vehicle, I peek at the highest,
Why should I ask again about the white bullock cart?
Visiting Shaolin - Wang Zudi
It is difficult to meet a great monk on a famous mountain,
For what reason do I follow him with my staff and shoes?
The precious realm of the three flowers is rich with ficus,
The two chambers in the clear sky are like hibiscus.
I look up at the lofty peak and sing the odes of Zhou,
I imagine from afar the Han emperor's extravagant seal.
In the great kalpa, there is no form in heaven and man,
Coming from the west, I should regret showing my mysterious traces.
Revisiting Shaolin - Fan Shouyi
I pass through the famous mountain and first ground again,
The autumn ridge clouds are deep, the old jade branches.
The stone shadow of the divine monk is still gazing at the wall,
The spring divides the layered peaks and hangs like a river.
I want to pick the three flowers but am lost in the golden realm,
The two chambers are level, long green ivy.
Because I love the Zen forest, I come to listen to the gatha,
I pity the worldly yoke of the head of the (???臘 = wax).
Visiting Shaolin, a Gift for Wuyan - Zhang Bangji
The forest palace is on a high peak to worship the Buddha,
I hear the bell from the treetops of the ancient temple.
The nests of swallows and sparrows brush against the clouds, the dark pines,
Are coiled and cover the reclining horned dragons.
The Dharma seat for preaching the sutras is dense with celestial flowers,
The secluded and strict meditation is sealed by mist.
I originally waited for Shang Ping to finish his marriage,
The Lotus Society of the distant master should be compatible.
Shaolin Temple - Li Sixiao
The five peaks surround Shaolin,
The precious tree was sealed by Qin, I recognize the great locust.
The Buddha left his shadow a thousand years ago,
The monks achieved merit in a hundred battles.
The auspicious clouds are ethereal, relying on the flying staff,
The immortal music is dense, cutting through to the upper platform.
I want to visit the unborn, but the king's affairs are urgent,
I happen to ascend and pay my respects for a while.
Resting at Shaolin - Feng Jiahui
The precious raft and golden rope are from ancient times,
The empty fragrance and dense green are pleasant to ascend.
How many bushels of guest dust are sold on the first ground?
A thousand rivers of the Buddha's heart are captured by Shaolin.
The Sanskrit chant with the pine waves, the wind is rustling,
The robe and the lotus water clock, the night is deep.
The Dragon Flower seems to remember the events of three lives,
Sitting peacefully on a banana leaf, I verify my heart.
Shaolin Martial Arts Demonstration - Cheng Shao
Temporarily resting at the monastery, I watch the martial monks,
Golden halberds and iron rods, their skills are layered.
Their strength is better than the power of subduing demons,
Their habits make them light enough to carry a tiger-fighting ability.
The smoke of their strategy for pacifying chaos is a true fruit,
Protecting the country and pacifying the world is the transmission of the lamp.
There is no need to worry about emergencies in the middle of the sky,
The loyal and righteous Vairocana preaches the great vehicle.
Inscription on Bodhidharma's Wall-Gazing - Jin Zhongshi
Crossing the river on a single reed, the waves fly,
Nine years of sitting cross-legged in the green hills.
Gazing at the wall, I already know the monk is in meditation,
The bird on the shoulder is also a mechanism.
The formless form is all an illusion,
The leaking world has realized its mistakes.
Why did Song Yun see him on the Pamir Plateau?
The wind and rain of Shaolin are sad as he returns to the west.
Viewing the Portrait at the First Patriarch's Nunnery - Zhou
A single reed crosses the river, ten thousand streams are connected,
The forms from the West are originally all empty.
The wheel of Dharma always turns on the moon of the jade platform,
The spiritual sounds of nature sometimes knock on the wind of the jade stream.
The seat is surrounded by three flowers, hanging outside the birds,
The lotus opens five leaves, reflecting the middle of the sky.
The dark cliff, sitting cross-legged, leaves a trace,
Transcending the world is like living in the world as an old man.
First Patriarch's Nunnery - Si'an
The cave in front of Wuru Peak seems to be suspended,
I remember the nine years of dwelling of the former worthy.
Crossing the reed, he did not go to a different place,
Gazing at the wall, he only had the karma of this place.
It is difficult to transmit the profound mechanism to later students,
He only left a clear shadow to show peaceful Zen.
The towering green cypresses are still there,
I heard that the master was able to plant them for many years.
Traveling to Shaolin Together - Yu Qianzhen
I have admired Songshan for twenty years,
Today I climb to the top of the mountain.
The plain is like a brocade, layer upon layer of beauty,
The sky is like a hibiscus, leaf after leaf of freshness.
The clouds and mist of Taishi are the color on my clothes,
The wind and moon of Shaolin are the karma within.
Who can continue the legacy of the two Cheng brothers?
One must rely on the Zen gate to understand the true interpretation.
Visiting Shaolin - Wang Sanxi
The greenness of the central plains accumulates in the rainy sky,
In spring, the blue palanquin's scenery is unique.
The precious pagoda rises where the two chambers meet,
The palm beads are high, suspended with the five peaks.
For generations, the pine shade has been protected, it is ancient,
The empty form does not exist, the stone shadow is transmitted.
I want to take refuge and leave the sea of hindrances,
At that time, the robe and bowl were already boundless.
Visiting Shaolin - Xiao Yan
How many times have I looked at the highest peak in Biancheng?
Today I am happy to arrive at Shaolin.
The stone shoots are cold, holding up the Milky Way,
The incense burner is clear, the purple smoke is deep.
The ancient temple in mid-air shines with golden light,
The valley is full of tall pines, sounding like jade.
The thirty-six peaks are infinitely good,
When can I come here to please my original heart?
The central mountain of the earth rises with a jade peak,
The two old masters rely on each other to revitalize the Dharma forest.
Gazing at the wall, I forget the long passage of time,
Transmitting the robe, I once stood in deep snow.
The stone halo in front of the cliff is not the true form,
The spring water at the bottom of the staff is the sound of Sanskrit.
The single shoe returning to the west is not seen now,
From where can I ask for a peaceful mind?
Visiting Shaolin - Chen Wufeng
In the depths of the white clouds, a Zen gate is opened,
It occupies the first mountain in Henan.
The sweet dew platform hangs outside the bells and chimes,
The shadow of the ancient locust tree falls in the courtyard.
A round of bright moon is quiet at midnight,
Half a couch of clear wind is idle in the daytime.
The rain for the common people is eagerly awaited,
On the Five Dragon Platform, I listen to the gurgling stream.
Four green mountains embrace the green hills,
The upper platform and hall are reached by a red ladder.
The jade fortress carved by heaven is outside the celestial gate,
The cold spring from Yuexi is west of the tiger stream.
The morning air is clear, the clouds emerge from the caves,
The autumn light is thick and thin, the rain returns to the stream.
Idly turning the palm leaves, no dust arrives,
Flowers fall on the empty steps, the birds cry chaotically.
Ascending Bodhidharma's Nunnery
The bamboo shoots fly up to the highest peak,
The stone steps are winding, the road has several turns.
The thunder and rain scatter in front of the five-breasted cliff,
The shade is thick outside Bodhidharma's nunnery.
The nine-year wall-gazing shadow is still there,
The two chambers transmit the heart, the snow is about to seal.
How can our Confucians have a firm and bitter resolve,
To go straight from Zhusi to the morning of righteousness.
Inscription on Shaolin Temple - Fang Damei
The palace of Brahma is embedded in the green peak,
The layered peaks and winding streams go to Shaolin.
The endless idle fields are opened with white jade,
The boundless Dharma realm is spread with gold.
The cold cypress trees know the monk's age,
The moon shines on the lotus flower, I see the Buddha's heart.
Everyone says to read the sutras under the ivy screen,
In the deep pool, a dragon chants every night.
Visiting Shaolin - Ren Chun
For thirty years I have heard of its supreme beauty,
My star chariot has also ascended here.
At the gate, the monks are happy, the mountain sounds,
Entering the hall, the Buddha's incense fills the Buddhist forest.
The Shaoshi mountain is long, the flowers fade,
The Manjushri cave is silent, the rain is gloomy.
I am invited to stay, and my autumn thoughts return,
The rain of Dharma, Gautama, is an illusion of the past and present.
Staying at Shaolin - Qin Jin
The setting sun is half in the sky, ten thousand peaks are deep,
The temple's name plate has seen Shaolin for a thousand years.
The old cypress and the moon rub against the shadow of the high pavilion,
The long corridor clouds protect the shade of the ancient stele.
I listen in vain to the story of three lives about transmitting the lamp,
The two patriarchs' hearts are left empty by the wall-gazing.
In stillness, the universe, my way is here,
The mountains and rivers are most delighted to break the troubles of the heart.
Visiting Shaolin Temple in the Rain - Qu Daxiang
Entering the gate in the clear day, the spring mist is thick,
Sitting deep, the eaves drip with the bell.
The sound of the spring wants to pass the three-flowered tree,
The cloud energy grows long on the two-chambered peak.
At night, it is desolate, clearing the guest's dream,
The turning steps drip, delaying the traveler's tracks.
Tomorrow, it seems I will head for Songshan,
Let the clear light follow the staff and dragon.
Visiting Shaolin
The famous mountains of the world are counted as Shaolin,
After official duties, I take a ride and ascend.
The yellow flowers and green grass condense the meaning of Zen,
The white stones and clear pools satisfy the heart of appreciation.
All day the carriage wheels forget to go or stay,
A hundred years of my life, I let it float or sink.
The head monk knows my habit of indulging in the moment,
He leads me to chant poems to the green peak.
In front of Shaoshi mountain, the ancient monastery,
Bodhidharma once established the Zen school here.
The dragon-raising cliff is abandoned and buried in spring grass,
The sweet spring from the staff-striking is from the breast peak.
To transcend the world, one does not need to drill into old paper,
Who will continue the legacy of transmitting the lamp?
After chanting, I whip my horse and return east,
Looking back, the cloud forest is separated by the evening bell.
Because I love the scenery of the mountains and forests, it is rare,
Wherever I ascend, I forget to return.
The clouds obscure the bamboo and trees, thick and then thin,
The rain falls on the cliff flowers, wet but not flying.
The secluded person of high character once asked for a price,
The old monk who talks about Zen wants to keep my clothes.
Why not form a society and come back here,
To wash away the right and wrong of the worldly heart.
In front of Baizhang mountain, the Buddhist temple opens,
In late spring, I slowly ride my horse for a while.
The fallen flowers follow the stream,
The good birds fly low and rush towards the horse's head.
Practicing stillness, I follow my karma and eat bamboo shoots and ferns,
Looking at the stele along the steps, I sweep away the moss.
Letting go of my feelings, I want to fully enjoy the pleasure of ascending,
But the king's journey urges me again and again.
Visiting Shaolin - An Pan
After official duties, I take an interest in passing Songshan,
I feel that all the mountains enter Shaolin.
In front of Wuru peak, the towers and pavilions are lofty,
In the Nine Dragon Pool, the tree clouds are deep.
The clear wind fills the ravine, transmitting the words of Zen,
The bright moon in the sky prints the heart of the Dharma.
This scenery is hard to find again in the universe,
I am ashamed that I have no good lines to express a long chant.
Visiting Shaolin
The mountains are towering, the white clouds are deep,
Following the trees, the vastness covers Shaolin.
The stone eyes and fragrant spring are clear and can be scooped,
The soft grass on the bank is a lush green.
The old price of seclusion should be reduced,
The new Zen of the monks is not easy to find.
Sitting and waiting for the evening wind, as cool as washing,
How many times have I thought of moving my couch to the shade of Songshan?
Visiting Shaolin in Spring
On a clear spring day, I seek a mountain tour of the two chambers,
The sixty peaks crown Yuzhou.
The majestic mountain connects to the green Milky Way,
The dark pines and horned dragons are on the top of the ridge.
The traces of Ziqiao blowing the sheng are still there,
The question of the high worthy asking for a price still remains.
Looking from afar, the idle clouds and wild cranes,
I suspect I am ascending to the island of Yingzhou.
Arriving at Shaolin Temple in the Evening - Zhou Zishao
Exploring the wonders of the famous temple, I take a tour,
The road turns to the green forest, everything is secluded.
The bird path winds around a thousand peaks,
The frosty forest is silent, ten thousand peaks of autumn.
The lamps of the heavens are few, the smoke is just getting dark,
The upper world discusses the sutras, the night is not yet over.
Circling and paying homage to the empty king, my heart is already quiet,
Only then do I know that Buddhism is different from Confucianism.
Ascending Shaolin - Wen Ruzhang
The dangerous cliffs and steep walls turn slowly,
After the rain, the mountains are even more beautiful.
The five-breasted peaks surround the precious land,
The three-flowered smoke trees connect to the jade branches.
Clouds return to the chaotic ravines where the wind rises,
Clouds embrace the layered sky when the sun rises.
Looking straight north at the red sky, it is endless,
From afar, I send my congratulations for ten thousand years.
Revisiting Shaolin - Zhao Chen
Revisiting fulfills a lifelong wish,
I have seen all the famous mountains, everything is wonderful.
A thousand-foot layered cliff hangs with a fixed shadow,
A ten-thousand-year-old precious tree grows with Zen branches.
Dewdrops once fell where the sutras were turned,
The great teaching was once heard when the Dharma was preached.
Who says the gate of emptiness is always silent?
There have always been many who have offered clear words.
In his early years, Bodhidharma's Dharma was already complete,
He pitied Emperor Wu of Liang for not knowing emptiness.
Crossing the east on a broken reed became a false trace,
Gazing at the wall, coming from the west, he revitalized the ancestral style.
A single shoe has already transcended the three realms,
A single nunnery still occupies half the mountain.
Looking closely at the past, it all becomes a dream,
I want to become a drunken old man in front of the mountain.
The shade of the twin trees is thick, the branches fill the sky,
I am ashamed of the heart transmission of checking the books of the three vehicles.
Going around the bed, I turn the formula of Zhaozhou,
Coming with a broken arm, I study the Zen of the First Patriarch.
It is laughable that transmitting the robe gives rise to delusional thoughts,
It is good to use the sword of wisdom to cut off worldly ties.
After chanting, I remember adding a superfluous phrase,
I bow my head in silence, my thoughts are quiet.
Coming from outside the world, I can ride my interest,
The Way is in the heart, not in discussing Zen.
The sweet dew has a platform that always reflects the sun,
The udumbara flower has no rain, how many years has it been?
A song of Yangchun, who can harmonize with it?
The wind and moon of the whole mountain, I forget the interpretation.
This journey is separated from the mortal world,
Why is it necessary to transmit it by word of mouth?
Visiting Shaolin - Yang Dong
Piercing the forest, the distant stream approaches the clear and beautiful,
I really see the first wonder in the world.
Taishi connects to the sky, clear and rainy,
The cuckoo sings in the trees, the dark nests have branches.
The clouds seal the stone shoulder, regulating the three samadhis,
The flowers fill the maple peaks, passing the four seasons.
On the Prajna platform to the east, I look for ancient carvings,
The dragon patterns are half peeled, the words of the Han and Ming dynasties.
Visiting Shaolin - Qiu Yufan
The secluded birds and flowing water play music,
The ancestral masters transmit the heart in this place of worship.
The non-dual Dharma hall is ultimately towering,
The great thousand worlds are not ordinary.
The green mountains do not change, the lamp is always on,
The temple is not desolate, the trees have much shade.
A single shoe is lonely after a thousand years,
The numerous Buddhist disciples look at the palace walls.
Shaolin Temple - Li Mengyang
The forest is deep, the valley is dark, the guest enters,
The bell rings, the leaves fall, the autumn mountain is empty.
The fine smoke and clouds curl at the bottom of the stone stream,
The peaks are piled up in the pine window.
The Tang steles and Han tablets, the Su characters are peeled,
The apes cry and tigers roar, the ivy lamp is red.
Sitting alone, I leisurely cease my worldly thoughts,
Under the shadow of Shaoshi, the moon rises in the east.
Inscription on the Wall-Gazing Nunnery - Hu Mi
Sitting facing the cliff for several springs,
I have awakened to the Dharma of a peaceful mind, which is even more true.
Returning, he once carried the shoe in the coffin,
After the illusion, he still appeared as a body in the stone.
The spring connects to the spiritual well, the dragon is always hibernating,
The grass fills the desolate cliff, the deer are tame.
The broken arm has already forgotten the snow at the gate,
The ancestral lamp is succeeded by whom?
Visiting Shaolin - Xu Anren
The ravines are deep and strict, the people are in the green hills,
The golden and green of Shaoshi are covered in mist and smoke.
The five peaks cluster around the small Zen nunnery,
The ten-thousand-ren sky opens, the Buddha's sun shines.
It is said that for nine years he gazed at the empty wall,
He met the second patriarch and transmitted the robe.
For a thousand autumns, the mountain spirit of Shaoshi is here,
I have seen the first master return with a single shoe.
Staying at Shaolin Temple Overnight - Li Yunzhong
On the Pamir Plateau, he met Song Yun at that time,
For what reason did he carry a single shoe in his hand?
Entering the mountain, he obtained the Dharma of a peaceful mind,
Standing in the snow, the person with a broken arm could come.
The staff strikes, a clear stream invades the shadow,
The flowers open five leaves, the earth gives birth to spring.
There is no need to look at the remaining image on the stone,
The green mountains in my eyes are the Dharma body.
Wall-Gazing Stone Shadow
Crossing the Yangtze River on a broken reed like a god,
How could Emperor Wu of Liang have recognized this strange person?
One day in the coffin, he forgot a single shoe,
For ten thousand years on the stone, his whole body appeared.
The merit of wall-gazing, the Zen heart is bitter,
After the Dharma, transmitting the robe, the Buddha's eye is true.
If I don't have the karma to visit the five breasts,
Who can be broad-minded and awaken to the fine dust?
Offering Sacrifices to the Central Peak on Behalf of the Emperor, Staying at Shaolin - Tong Nangu
A barbarian monk with blue eyes from the west,
Once crossed the cold reeds to hide in Shaolin.
In the middle of the night, he transmitted the robe and met the one with a broken arm,
At that time, he gazed at the wall and awakened to a peaceful mind.
A courtyard of accumulated snow, the mountain is still there,
The five-leaf flower opens, the moon has not yet sunk.
Following orders to offer incense, I look at the single shoe,
Under the Bodhi tree, I find a secluded search.
Visiting Shaolin Temple - Cheng Xiang
My staff and shoes in vain, I ascend to pay homage to Shaolin,
The chaotic mountains have a beautiful and gloomy atmosphere.
The color of the pines and firs reveals the true form,
The sounds of the birds and birds transmit the national sound.
It is laughable that for nine years he gazed at the wall,
I pity the second patriarch and his peaceful mind.
A song from the west, the tune is clear and ancient,
The white snow and spring sun harmonize to this day.
Shaolin Temple
Treading on the famous mountain as if on a date,
The autumn forest suddenly clears, ten thousand peaks are wonderful.
The auspicious clouds first form the buds of the udumbara flower,
The sweet dew hangs low on the branches of the Jeta tree.
The upper sky bell rings after the monk is in meditation,
The west mountain sun sets when the birds cry.
Not a single dust arrives, the Zen gate is closed,
Where does the wind turn the palm leaves?
Staying at Shaolin - Fang Nan
Passing through the gate of emptiness, my nature is at ease,
The pine wind is lonely, the birds are chattering.
I have met the golden lotus born of fire,
But I understand that the sky sends a basket of earth to return.
The mountain fragrance crosses the empty autumn cassia,
The evening bell returns from beyond the sky.
At late night, I pick up my shoes on the layered steps,
The clouds are thin, the waves are clear, a bay of moon.
Visiting Shaolin - Wang Yuanhan
The great master sat with his back to the cliff door,
The grass and trees were lush, the Buddha's sun shone.
Gazing at the wall for nine years, he could penetrate the stone,
Crossing the river on a piece of reed to transmit the robe.
The fragrance of the three flowers scatters with the flying yellow leaves,
The five-breasted peak is high, ascending the green hills.
In the middle of the night, the wind blows, the banner's shadow moves,
Who knows that the single shoe has not yet returned to the west?
Passing Shaolin Temple - Fu Mei
The two chambers praise, a single path connects,
Shaolin Temple is in the green hills.
The place is marked as spiritual and strange from the Liang and Wei dynasties,
The monks have been good at martial arts since the Sui and Tang dynasties.
If you say that transmitting the robe is ultimately a form,
You should know that leaving a shoe is not empty either.
In recent years, I have understood the meaning of coming from the west,
When I pass a famous mountain, it is different.
The Zen hall is silent, I sit deeper,
The moon rises on the pines and firs, I see the distant peak.
The ground returns, the towers and pavilions collect the green mist,
The mountain is empty, the bells and chimes have a clear sound.
An idle official naturally conforms to the law of no-birth,
My clumsy governance is also like the heart that does not dwell.
The thirty-six peaks have many medicinal herbs,
When will I take off my official ribbon and let myself go on a secluded search?
Visiting Shaolin - Zuo Jie
The western pearl palace has a different sky,
I happen to hear a clear chime fall from the top of the peak.
The fragrance of orchids and sweet-scented osmanthus perfumes the immortal procession,
The stone washes the jade, the rhyme of the wild strings.
The white birds and green dragons still protect the Dharma,
The dark pines and green halls do not know the year.
The guest's heart, after drinking the lotus flower water,
Alone, I ask the mountain monk for the secret interpretation.
Visiting Shaolin - Li Chengyun
The chaotic peaks are towering, I ask the pine forest,
The blessed land's smoke and clouds are deep to look at.
The stone wall leans against the sky, clear and vast,
The wisteria hangs in the mist, green and shady.
The fallen flowers and the wind stop, the Zen shadow is perched,
The woodcutter's song and the bright moon respond to the sound of Sanskrit.
Sitting alone, I am leisurely, my worldly cares cease,
I do not know that my life has a flower hairpin.
Visiting Shaolin on an Autumn Day - Yang Rulu
The ancient forest and steep cliffs hide the golden temple,
The autumn colors and shady cliffs hide the dark city.
A thousand trees are red and yellow, a thousand trees are green,
One mountain of clouds and rain, one mountain of clear sky.
The cave spirit still recognizes the face of the barbarian monk,
The sounds of nature are like hearing the sheng of Ziqiao.
Treading through the red dust, I come to rest here,
I want to rely on the fixed shadow to learn birthlessness.
Shaolin Temple - Li Ren
On an autumn day, I first enjoy the famous mountain,
The great master of the green lotus used to have his home here.
The wind in the forest sounds like a thousand cliff waterfalls during the day,
The embroidered ridge shines with a hundred paths of clouds in the clear sky.
The precious form faces the sky, the Buddha's sun flows,
The fragrant clouds surround the seat, forming the udumbara flower.
In the gate of emptiness, who understands the meaning of coming from the west?
I ask, how much sand is there in the Ganges River?
Visiting Shaolin - Shi Baoshan
I happen to be on a tour and ascend Songshan,
I temporarily stop my palanquin to visit Shaolin.
The ancient steles of previous dynasties are covered with dark moss,
The monastery above is deep in white clouds.
The rain has passed on the mountainside, the dragon returns to its cave,
The wind is clear in the treetops, the birds are making sounds.
Staying for one night, I suddenly forget my worldly cares,
My elegant mood feels like a Zen heart.
Visiting Shaolin, Staying at Wuyan's Monastery - Feng Shike
The great vehicle of the divine land, the energy is like a green pearl,
The palace and monastery lean against the towering peak.
The green lotuses compete to protect the shadow of the transmitted lamp,
The fragrant herbs deeply rely on the traces of standing in the snow.
A thousand streams of jade flow, the dust is washed away,
The peaks are embraced by dragons, the beauty is concentrated.
Who can understand the meaning of coming from the west?
I do not envy the meeting of the sheng and crane on Goushan.
My staff and shoes have a high style beyond the world,
Who knows that my life is in the middle of heaven?
The birds are noisy in the thickets, the sky is particularly quiet,
The clouds part the empty hall, the realm is naturally empty.
The river outside the ridge is white from past to present,
The leaves in the forest are drunk, shallow and deep red.
The Tang steles and Han tablets will eventually be worn away,
Only the Zen heart will pass through ten thousand kalpas.
The detached palace of Heluo has long been in ruins,
The Zen forest alone reveals its classic existence.
Rainbow beams and misty pavilions face the immortal ravine,
The moon pavilion and frost platform connect to the emperor's dusk.
The two chambers are close to climb, called brothers,
The peaks from afar bow like children and grandchildren.
Leisurely and clearly, my worldly feelings are cut off,
A couch of pine wind awakens my dream soul.
The famous realm and exquisite monastery, the seven-jeweled room,
The dripping cloud energy harmonizes with the celestial fragrance.
The thousand-year-old tree is as ancient as the stele,
The hundred-turn peak is hidden with the ravine.
The monk points to the trace of the golden pheasant to mark the beautiful scenery,
The guest rubs the dark moss to find the great chapter.
Regardless of asking about the Dharma and transmitting the heart,
Just this secluded dwelling, the interest is also long.
Visiting Shaolin - Qing Gao
The famous scenic spot is still there after the kalpa fire,
The fragrant city and crying birds enter a new sorrow.
Ten thousand peaks of old green are thrown into the poetry basket,
A cold stream flows into the water bowl.
The white clouds fly, the min pieces are scattered,
The purple smoke takes away the quiet cypress forest.
The mountain opens, the land of China has many easy ways,
My staff and shoes are with you on a later tour.
Shaolin Temple - Ye Feng
The peak of Songqiu is strange and unique,
The ancient temple is suitable for opening its doors.
Turning the sutras under the dew, the supreme Dharma,
Transmitting the faith in the deep snow, the very first time.
If the three flowers are planted, they rely on the twin trees,
The five leaves often open the first branch.
I don't know in what year the Caodong school,
Only used the call and response to be called the master.
Bodhidharma's Cave - Ye Feng
Wuru peak is high, the season room is shady,
Bodhidharma's cave leans against the desolate peak.
The special transmission in China is called the first patriarch,
The call and response of the school's style is Shaolin.
I have heard that he met the clouds and carried a single shoe,
Who else stood in the snow and finally had a peaceful mind?
Only the fine wave marks on the stone remain,
The Buddha's path is desolate and cannot be found.
Staying at Shaolin Temple - Shi Runzhang
The setting sun on the level ridge shines on the pine gate,
The first ground of secluded dwelling is on Shaoshi mountain.
The monk's chime rings by itself, the forest birds are quiet,
The celestial wind does not move, the stone ivy is idle.
The five breasts on the suspended cliff are outside the dark sky,
The ancient tree with three flowers is in the faint mist.
Who says the person who broke the reed has gone far?
The flying staff always brings back white clouds.
Visiting Shaolin Temple - Gao Yilin
To walk in the Jeta grove, I use a short staff,
Suddenly from beyond the sky, a bell falls.
The six dynasties' monk meditates under the three-flowered tree,
The thousand-Buddha pavilion connects to the five-breasted peak.
In front of the sweet dew platform, the great teaching hangs,
On the Bodhidharma stone, one awakens to the Zen school.
Worldly ties are all eliminated here,
I sit and watch the white clouds lie on the ancient master.
The Snow Pavilion of Songshan is at Shaolin Temple - Gao Yilin
That is, where Huike served Bodhidharma, the snow was waist-deep. Proposed by Zhang Guanfeng of Hedong.
The snow pavilion is silent, imitating Songshan,
Where can I find the high style of standing in the snow?
The broken arm did not understand the first patriarch's meaning,
Who knew the nine-year heart of breaking the reed?
The Bodhi tree is old, the flower rain is profuse,
The wind is clear on the lotus fortress, the embroidered birds.
I want to visit the remnant stele to find the past,
The Zen gate is quietly locked in the deep white clouds.
Staying at Shaolin Temple in the Rain - Fu Xixia
After the rain, the green mountains are exceptionally green,
The splendor of the mist early reflects the green window tree.
The dark pines under the eaves are entwined with ivy,
The white egret by the bridge is printed on the stream bank.
The wind sends the morning bell from the distant caves,
The clouds illuminate the ancient temple, protecting the secluded door.
Looking from afar at where the clouds connected last night,
The thirty-six peaks surround the green screen.
Visiting Shaolin Temple - Fu Ershi
The ethereal smoke and mist protect the deep hall,
The strange peaks are distant, I see the jewel forest.
The iron-skinned old tree coils the shadow of Songshan,
The sweet dew platform connects to the ground's shade.
The high pavilion clouds connect to the five-breasted ridge,
The Zen room flowers fall on the nine-year heart.
Shaking my clothes in the Dharma realm, the setting sun is late,
I raise my head to the high sky, my feelings are unrestrained.
Gazing at Shaolin Temple - Lu Luheng
The ridge's momentum gradually ends, the mountain temple emerges,
The cliff rein goes all the way, the setting sun connects.
The red trees are chaotic after the bells and chimes,
The green mountains are inverted in the east of the tower.
The stern guest wants to return,
Where does the woodcutter come from on the same path?
I don't know the moon of the thirty-six peaks,
How many nights of autumn light have flowed in the monastery?
Shaolin Temple Bamboo - Fu Yingxing
Several stalks are intertwined and dense,
The stone path flowers open, reflecting the green jasper.
The morning mist turns the wind, the lotus splashes rain,
The branches play with the shadow, the moon sifts the shade of green.
Connecting the mountain color, the secluded feeling is harmonious,
Connecting the stream, the winding meaning is near.
I didn't expect that escaping into Zen could be so interesting,
Chatting with a monk in my leisure, the clouds are already deep.
Hearing that Wang Zitao is composing a poem about Shaolin to urge him on - Jiao Fuheng
The season is changing, the pomegranate fire is bright,
All the worthies have gathered, the stone forest is clear.
The mountain flies with passing rain, the green is endless,
The tree is moored with idle clouds, the white is self-generated.
Allow me to open the wine of Huiyuan,
Wait for you to stop the beat of the sheng of Fuqiu.
Diligently, set out early on the Shanxi oar,
The moon follows the stream, the shadow makes a sound.
Bodhidharma's Cave - Jia Kaizong
Far away, straight up to the highest peak,
The layered clouds on both sides of the path stir the chest.
We all look at the remaining clouds on the ancient wall,
It is said that the imperial cave employed a divine dragon.
The cliff stream is wet, the desolate moss is slippery,
The dangerous path is deep in smoke, the decayed leaves are sealed.
Looking back, the foothills of Shaolin are there,
Why is it necessary to ask the southern school from thousands of miles away?
Shaolin Temple, a Discussion of Learning for Ten Scholars - Wen Xiangfeng
The spirit of the courtyard of Confucius and Yan Hui has lasted for a thousand autumns,
The outstanding brush, the star field, resists the throat of the earth.
On the tongue, the celestial classics collect the rain of Dharma,
In the hand, the holy seal is entrusted to Songqiu.
Shooting into both eyes, the blue sky falls,
Sitting across, a bosom of plain moon flows.
Do you hope to carry it to the emperor's court?
You must truly cherish it and head to Qizhou.
Qin Dynasty Locust Tree
The long valley of Gongran, the halberd is long in autumn,
The sweet dew, after dripping, further shades the ox.
Ying Zheng once visited, the bee was the standard,
Li Si personally inscribed it, the seal script was like a pomegranate.
The old paulownia of Longmen was made into a zither,
The mother mulberry of the sun shades the ancestral island.
The poor guest is cold and has no dream of being hired,
The drooping shade, heaven and earth, the sounds of nature are from Songqiu.
Sending a Monk from Shaoshi - Wang Wujiu
A single path on Songshan opens in the view,
The ancient trees are desolate, the crane returns by itself.
The empty sound from beyond the sky comes from under the staff,
The flowing shadow in the spring reaches the cloud pile.
The old ape is quiet at night, all the sutras are spoken,
The sparse willow, the bell sinks, the cold platform.
The long green is empty, the autumn is ten thousand miles,
Vast and boundless, there is Penglai.
Staying at Shaolin - Zhang Ji
My heart has an endless karma of traveling,
I have fought for many thin official positions, all are happy.
The high forest is hidden, I enter through the clouds,
The small path is winding, relying on the stones.
Practicing stillness, I completely lose the Buddha's intention,
Exploring wonders is not as good as our climbing.
On several lines of the absolute path, I meet a familiar person to talk with,
Sitting and sending off the pine moon, a string.
Ascending the Ridge to Shaolin Temple - Wang Zishou
From across the ridge, suddenly floats the bell of ten thousand ravines,
In the autumn sky, looking to the horizon, the shadows are layered.
East and west stand side by side, dividing the central peak,
The Heluo rivers converge and run like two dragons.
The green tiles with frost, the light embraces the pagoda,
The green mountains steam with rain, the energy connects with the pines.
Vast and boundless, the sun sets, all the heavens converge,
The clouds are black, I know which peak I have come to.
Shaolin Temple - Wang
The earth springs up high peaks, winding and twisting,
The Buddha's niche flies up, the momentum is praised.
The leopard comes to the ancient temple, the wind is tight,
The dragon cave's deep abyss shoots out cold rain.
The sad poet writes about Shaoshi,
The ghost immortal flashes his tracks, stepping into the void.
The secret water of the pass is taken from outside the balance,
On the top of the lotus flower peak, I see.
Visiting Shaolin Temple - Jiao Qinruo
Breaking the reed, he finally crossed and stopped at the desolate peak,
The first ancestral court is called Shaolin.
The single transmission of the Caodong school is the true holy truth,
The late followers' call and response mistakenly enter the heart.
The green screen is lofty, a solitary cloud rises,
The secluded ravine is winding, ten thousand trees are dense.
The sounds of numerous Sanskrit chants meet the ear,
Leisurely, I sit for a long time, washing away the dust from my heart.
Shaolin Temple - Zhang Han
Straight up from the outside, beyond the clouds,
The person who gazed at the wall has returned, leaving stone marks.
Shaoshi is home to the two patriarchs,
The great school, the majestic mountain, leads all its descendants.
From afar, I explore the sealed letter of Emperor Wu of Han,
Nearby, I touch the old tree roots of the First Emperor of Qin.
As soon as I start to travel the mountains, I am filled with nostalgia,
There is no need to leave my official post or get married.
Following the Rhyme of a Poem on Visiting Shaolin - Guo Lu
The ancient temple in the central province is counted as Shaolin,
The peaks surround the five breasts, it is naturally secluded and deep.
The palm leaves contain light, the flower rain is chaotic,
The green screen is inverted, the noon cloud is shady.
The stele is broken, but the gatha of the learned man still exists,
The empty moon always prints the sitting and caring heart.
I have also studied wall-gazing all year,
I am afraid it will be hard to find after Bodhidharma has gone.
Following the Rhyme of a Shaolin Poem - Fu Ershi
The Northern Dynasties' monastery leans against a high peak,
The dark temple and green shade have ten thousand layers.
The deer near the stone root eats the leaves of the sweet-scented osmanthus,
People from the mountain picking see the hibiscus.
The flowers bloom and fall, the spring is always here,
The clouds go and come, the evening is naturally sealed.
The rise and fall of that year have all been consumed,
Late at night, on my pillow, I listen to the empty bell.
Ascending Wuru Peak, the First and Second Patriarch's Nunnery - Wang Duo
In the Zen school, I ask about the kasaya everywhere,
All the karmas are low, following the slope.
The valley must be filled with flying things without a calendar,
The deep mountains have butterflies playing with peach blossoms.
The stone by the road has fallen, whose well is it?
The characters on the stele are mottled, how many generations of clouds?
How can the birds know about the rise and fall?
They come and go from time to time, passing the monk's home.
Staying at Shaolin Temple on an Autumn Day - Liu Zhanran
The sky opens the secret treasury, connecting to Songqiu,
The cool moon in the sky cools the evening catalpa trees.
The five breasts' dew hangs, clearing the guest's talk,
The nine lotuses are picked and bloom, charming the high autumn.
Whose worldly heart awakens to the meaning of coming from the west?
The clear chime especially follows the shadow of the wild goose.
In my dream, I still know the road to Shaoshi,
I turn over and travel straight with the white clouds.
Shaolin Temple - Zhang E
A thousand peaks and ten thousand ravines are majestic and towering,
The ancient temple, lofty, opens on the slope of Shao.
The five breasts create clouds, the dragon leaps near,
The three flowers reflect the moon, the crane flies.
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