Ask for a Tibetan poem, and the teacher is as kind as a mountain.

The teacher's words and ears know what the teacher means,

Fu Shuo's life is three or four papers.

I want to go to the roof today.

Enlaw wasn't the first to do it,

Lean back against the fence and do a solo.

If this is a dream,

You don't know the meaning of mountains and rivers.

After learning from Huang Gongqian,

Fu Fenhe Lang is even more puzzled.

After the master and the pearl are harvested,

Kindness is also different,

Re-entering the door has its own period.

Now I'm old and weak,

Monk's clothes are hung in the meditation room on the mountain.

Teachers and friends are elegant,

Fu Shuo has recruited talents to help.

Teachers and friends are elegant,

Well, Lao Zhi is so good,

Looking for the secluded ridge again has grown moss.

How things pass from one person to another,

Mountains and hills are even more beautiful than that.

The teacher lives in Jiting Gao Tai Temple.

Fu Shuo's life is three or four papers.

Went to Donghua but refined the shape.

Kindness is also different,

It's rare to revisit Xiluo.

Now I'm United,

Shandong has been away for more than ten years.

The incense on the teacher's seat has been made,

Fu looked at each other's eyes.

Teachers are floating clouds without bodies,

Well, I can't stop looking in the ring,

Do a lot of work.

If the tendon in the chest interferes with the arm bone,

But then it opened up on the wide and flat road.

Teachers are floating clouds without bodies,

Fu Shuo's boat is too busy to borrow people.

The incense on the teacher's seat has been made,

Kindness is also different,

It's too heavy, and the music is scattered.

How to still feel in your hand,

On the mountain, I read ancient classics on the porch.