宏智禪師廣錄 9.113

9.113

Hair the white of lingering snow; / eyes carrying the chill of deep autumn. / The spring mountains are not yet warm; / wild waters have no ripples. / The family style rubs against the nostrils; / good things rise to the brow. / Causes and conditions of the three times—responded to with half a body; / the ocean of lands in the ten directions—drunk dry in a single breath.