Ancient poems and sentences related to Buddhism

First, as a bodhi tree, my heart is like a mirror.

Wipe it frequently to prevent it from accumulating dust.

The body of all beings is the tree of enlightenment and wisdom, and the heart of all beings is like a bright stage mirror. Brush and wipe regularly to prevent pollution by dust and dirt, which blocks the bright nature.

Source: (Tang) Demonstration Law

Second, bodhi has no trees, and it is not Taiwan in the mirror.

There is nothing, so there is no dust.

The bodhi tree is empty, the stage is empty, and the body and mind are empty. There was nothing, how could it cause dust?

Source: (Tang) Six Ancestors Model Law

Third, the empty door refused to go out, and the window was too stupid.

A hundred years of drilling old paper, when that day comes.

Bee, there is such a big gap in the open door that you refuse to go out, but you have to bump into this paper window. That's stupid. Even if you, a little bee, drill this pile of old paper for a hundred years, you may not be able to fly out.

Source: (Tang) Shen Zan's "Bees Hit the Window"

Fourthly, I often think of Chu Shi's home in the West Lake. The branches are sparse and cold.

It's a temporary thing when you're free, but you don't owe flowers.

I often recall the charm of the legendary plum tree in Chu Shi, West Lake: sparse branches and Leng Xiang stamens, freely staggered. Lin Bu's way is beautiful, but there are still some shortcomings in the United States and China.

Source: (Song) Zhou Xu Mo Mei

Five, south to north to take a break, white grass blowing Chu Jiangqiu.

Taoist priests are not sad for autumn, but they know it in the evening.

Come from the north, go to the south, rest if you want, and be free. The bleak autumn wind blew down all the apples in the river, and it was a sad scene of late autumn. I am not the kind of passerby who is sad because of the sad autumn wind. Let the mountains on both sides of the Chu River worry at dusk.

Source: (Song) Cheng Hao's "Title Huainan Temple"