宏智禪師廣錄 8.142

8.142

On the twenty-eighth day of the winter of the gengzi year, the weather was clear and mild. Together with Senior Zhi, I walked along the southern foothills. Transverse ridges and winding streams made a lingering, clear sound. In the shaded ravine, the upright trees bore no withered countenance in the cold. We arrived at a home in the bamboo grove, drank tea, and returned.