虛堂和尚語錄 10.76

10.76

In the night a fine wind blew down a pine branch before the gate;
from south, from north, from west, from east—
beneath Potou Mountain, it was not the same.
Branches withered and leaves fallen, the twelfth month exhausted and the year ended;
washed by snow and frost, it endured the cold;
only this time does it feel delightfully warm.