如淨和尚語錄 2.56
English (machine translation) 2.56
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2.56
In pure poverty, three cups are lightly repaid;
Ten thousand miles away, the Cao gate emerges from Zhengzhou.
Chop down the moon's osmanthus with all one's might—
Vexing the spring breeze, it never ceases.
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- 如淨和尚語錄 — Classical Chinese