宏智禪師廣錄 8.151

8.151

At the head of the Tiao and Zha streams, willow eyes turn green;
At mealtime, holding the alms bowl in the City of All Fragrances.
The neighbors must find it strange that the hair on your crown is white;
An enduring guest naturally pities the clarity of his own mind-realm.
Remembering once more the cold of snow, you draw close to worldly words;
Do not forget, when the water warms, to keep the alliance with the gulls.
A fellow sated with the monastic groves understands you deeply;
Shoots and bracken on the spring mountain sprout in succession.