宏智禪師廣錄 8.147

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The east wind cuts off the rain that moistens the flowers;
Above the Huai, graceful peaks are green enough to count.
Tying up sandals, one wishes to seek the north and south mountains;
Rolling up the robes, one parts again from the east and west patriarchs.
Deep-pool fish and cattail birds noisily form one family;
Sandbar shoots and stream vegetables are sweet to both chopsticks.
Encountering each other everywhere, do you remember?
In the night's cold, the moon rests upon the coral tree.