China DOS Union

The beast tripod burns incense with green mist swirling,
The willow dance has heart matters, who knows?
Don't say the road ahead is filled with wind and smoke.
Take pity on the present moment with others.

Peace of mind is the place to return to
The place to return to calms the mind
Bring a heart here
I'll settle it for you
I'm afraid when seeking the place of the heart
There's nothing to be found

Green mountains hear singing birds,
Mossy path morning mist fades away.
Not afraid of Lanxi being far,
Go around Jinshu Bridge.

Grinding bricks to make a mirror, the mirror becomes a vain name.
Everything is just like floating clouds.
Why bother to search and seek?
A wind chime under the eaves.
The wind blows and the chime moves.
The chime is still and the wind is clear.

When hungry, eat; when sleepy, sleep.
Don't put the green scrolls before the lamp.
The fine wind, bright moon and new scenery.
Seek and add them slowly.

Come again;
Wearing and eating repeatedly, then sleeping repeatedly
Floating life spends the day observing leisure
Sandalwood and blue scrolls are all put aside
Plant a pearl into the field

Wild geese pass over a cold pool, no trace left in the water
Several times in meditation, talking about no birth
Wake up from a dream, the storm has passed
Standing on a hundred-foot peak, a true person

Green water, red peach blossoms.
This journey leads to over a hundred and ten homes.
After sitting at the end of the angler's boat.
Leisurely birds chirp on the branches.
Let's not boast.
Morning dew dyes the dark clothes.
Empty sky, bright moon's veil.
Mountains, rivers, earth turn into empty flowers.
Don't be afraid.
One fist is so big.
Poke through this Saha world.
Original nature has no difference.

The green of the water and the red of the peach blossoms,
Silently smiling at the spring breeze.
Not giving the opportunity to Lord Liu,
Riding a cow across the east of the river.

A single tree planted in the mouth
Don't come if you don't recognize it
The old cow goes to eat grass
Lotus flowers bloom on the bridge

What is upside down,
Big talk about the free heaven.
If you can understand this,
Only reach the doorless place.

Not knowing how to burn mercury and refine true lead, just going around in circles here.
Beyond the thirty-three heavens, going there freely to be a wandering immortal.
Carelessly throwing aside books and riding a cow past, not taking off armor still tilling the fields.
No gate, no path, no one to guide, letting a white deer roam in front of the mountain.

The wild mountains are green and yellow all the way.
Where is the pearl and where is the light?
When the path ends, clouds rise and follow the flow away.
A solitary figure is by the railing at the small window.

The bamboo by the fence is green and the chrysanthemums are yellow.
The thin curtain always reveals the bright moonlight.
Don't ask about the old wine in the old mud.
The beauty is waiting by the green screen window.

Autumn river misty leaves yellow
Boatman sink hook fish for moon light
Distant mountains empty blue clouds go straight
Random cut green lamp on meditation bed