The pot is small, and the tea is clear
A quiet view of the world, half a cup of tea to understand life
Drinking tea is light and tasteful, and there is no surprise in the dream of morality
Think twice and don't look back
Things don't procrastinate, don't talk much, and people don't do anything
Things come to conform, and the future is not welcome
The moment is not mixed, and it is not in love
Tea is also intoxicating, why bother with wine, books can be fragrant, I don't need flowers
The rain runs through the piano and books, and the wind comes to the fragrance of ink
If you don't talk much, you can stay in meditation for eternity
The green bamboo and yellow flowers are all Buddha nature, and the clear pond and the moon shine on the Zen heart
A smile, a thought, a purity, a flower and a leaf
How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking