虛堂和尚語錄 7.23

7.23

Of the seventy-two peaks of the Southern Marchmount, / Zhurong Peak alone stands the highest: / Nine thousand seven hundred and thirty zhang tall, / Looking down upon the world's oceans like autumn down. / Min, Emei, and Huading bow down in the distance; / Jiuhua and Wulao come to pay morning audience. / The old monk of Shangfeng has nothing to do all day; / When inspiration strikes, he strokes the cloudy skies with his hand.