? It seems to be "Looking at the quiet clouds and loving the monks." I don't quite understand the meaning of the whole poem, but the wandering clouds and wild cranes, the eminent monks in the ancient temples, always make people feel worthy of their words.
The wind is very strong, and the huge wind chimes at the bend of the mountain trail sometimes jingle, sometimes like Sanskrit music singing softly, you stop and listen, and your heart wanders with the clouds.
The mountain spring is almost drying up, so we can only fetch a little water with a ladle each time. The person in front said that half of the water may not seep into the well until the afternoon.
Buddhism says: All conditioned dharma arises and all conditioned dharma ceases. In the troubled world, the common people cannot avoid the word "greed", greed for money, greed for beauty, greed for power, greed for life, greed for material things... This clear water also confirms the greed of the human heart, always wanting to fill more water and fill the bucket. It is so full that I wish I could bring this spring back home.
Facing this spring is the seated statue of Guanyin, with Shancai and Dragon Girl standing by. I don’t know how many people Guanyin has to face every day to get water. Will the Bodhisattva laugh at us worldly people? How about tacky?
A comrade in arms called and said
I picked up a soft-shell turtle by the river. I hope he can keep it for a few days and wait for me to go back and say "Farewell My Concubine" to try it. It's a pity that I can't drink. It's very torturous. How can it be fun without flowers and wine? The song sings: Send you a thousand dollars until the mountains turn into plains / Say goodbye and leave, please drink sake three or two... Without wine, there is no fun, without wine, there is no way to express feelings, without wine, it is difficult to have fun together.
That winter night, I was already asleep. Brother Qiu Ba called me and asked me if I had slept. Nonsense, what time is it and you still can’t sleep? He asked me to get up and have a few drinks, so I got excited like a shot of chicken blood, bought a barbecue and went to a comrade's house to have a drink together. When I drank this wine, I lost all sense of time, and it was almost 1 a.m. when I drank. As a result, the winter rain was falling outside, and my comrade-in-arms and I had to drive his "Trident" home.
Winter nights, cold rain, streets, street lights, do you need three more glasses of wine to keep your mind clear and drive away the chill? Hmm, I think it works.
But now I can only sigh while looking at the wine, fetch water and make tea.
