法演禪師語錄 1.109

1.109

Ascending the hall, he said: "Looking up to heaven, praying for good snow; / Truly hard to add to auspicious portents! / Magpies chatter atop the green pines, / Turning into white crows. / The purple roan is led out, a horse in the biting chill; / Golden stirrups are chased into silver-carved flowers. / Bitter, bitter, bitter—what of it? / Suddenly, it turns to rain."