宏智禪師廣錄 8.101

8.101

In the family grove, soundly sleeping in a single nest of clouds; / Weary of serving as a guest under the hermit hut of Master Liang. / Stretching out the laurel-plucking hand, cold touches the moon; / Closing pearl-holding eyes, one dreams of roaming in spring. / In the courtyard, one sees no birds raining down blossoms; / Elks and deer can come to summon the spirit of the valley. / Returning to pay regards to the fragrant neighbors of the Five Old Peaks; / Facing each other in laughter and talk, white hair freshly shown.