A tree with lost leaves (outer two)
Wind chill and snow and ice
For the trees that are bustling and falling
It's a mockery and a relief
It's been cut down and simplified
The future is not worrying
It's good
A lifetime of chasing color and prosperity
but was brought into desolation by the solemn autumn wind
The rest of your life is pure, how good
The sky does not bend, nor does it fall
Cut off a piece of my sinew and make a crutch
It can also support a person's sunset
~Worldly goods~
Cicadas spend most of their lives under the mud
in black holes. At the sunniest time
There's no coat you can handle
(The only coat is thrown into a medicine jar)
Also climb up desperately, to a high place
Show off your voice, and wait until you're exhausted
Dig into the ground again and continue to chew on loneliness
Yellow mud ground, the place of defeat
Darkness draws the ground into a dungeon
Ants, earthworms, birds that fall to the ground
And sentient beings, who does not come and go naked?
Life goes on and on
Everything is silent
~Practice~
Life is long and bitter
Love is only a fleeting pleasure
You see, the monk who has been a monk for a long time
The clothes are fluttering, and you encounter scorching peach blossoms
A sentence of Amitabha
Then he turned around and took a detour
The world is prosperous, and the sky is high and the earth is wide
The wide cuffs let only the breeze in and out
Buried in the world, there is a bright moon in my heart
You have to put up a fence too
#Original# Liu Feixin
