明覺禪師語錄 2.55

2.55

A solitary boat chooses fine sights along the river shore; / Taking advantage of high spirits on a secluded journey, thoughts are not exhausted. / Looking toward the sun, the spring scenery grows late; / Returning with the tide, rustic feelings are broad and free. / Singing loudly, the fisherman gathers his line; / Playing with shadows, the sand bird preens its feathers. / Thinking back to the ancient shrine with boundless meaning, / The sea toad-moon first rises, pressing cold upon people.