I have no support, I am the mountain!
I have no backing, I am the mountain!
The forbidden gate is locked, silent, with no sound of rustling; the embroidery patterns retain the distant and lonely land
Observe the precepts, do not transgress; the moon shimmers coldly upon Leng's jade hairpins
The night is quiet, the two pines stand still; the shadow passes by her, and I pity the descendant of that family
Remaining wheat fields shelter the yellow mountains in the belly; the journey through the mountains ends at Wuyian
The Zen master accumulates snow from his mornings; the remaining pines are like cypress trees. The Wutong trees wait for each other; in the mirror, there is no visit, only the old man
Relaxing in idle contemplation cultivates quiet feelings; once I leave the cliff, I never return
I have no jar or bowl to carry with me as I go; I am now the magistrate of Lahuon and Shanxian
The official stops working without any more affairs; the fragrance of water and wind is still rich
I rest and cease my work; the white clouds drift back to my bed
I bestow blessings on the widespread and important victories; I drink and sing mournfully
Seeking hidden paths, one finds monks to point the way; the county hall evokes thoughts of Liu Kun's lonely roar
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I have no backing, I am the mountain!
