宏智禪師廣錄 8.54

8.54

In a sparse nest, desolate and cold, resting on a western bough; / Waking from a dream, thoughts of return suddenly surge. / Wind and rain at the river's edge scatter the wild geese's formation; / Beyond the island of the home mountain hangs a fisherman's straw cloak. / In the village of white poplars: Layman Pang; / By the blue stone pagoda: Elder Brother Yun. / Wearily leaning on green pines, sitting in the cool evening, / The hare pushes the bright moon down the Starry River.