萬松老人評唱天童覺和尚頌古從容庵錄 3.87

3.87

收（向甚處著）把斷襟喉（正好轉身吐氣也）風磨雲拭（纖塵必去）水冷天秋（打成一片）
錦鱗莫謂無嗞味（腥羶不少）釣盡滄浪月一鉤（不犯清波意自殊）

Retracting (where can it be placed?), / Grasping and cutting off the throat (just right to turn the body and exhale). / Wind polishes, clouds wipe away (the fine dust must be gone); / Waters grow cold, the autumn sky (forged into a single piece). // Brocade-scaled [fish], do not say they have no flavor (no shortage of fishy stink); / Hooking up all the clear waves, the moon is a single hook (not disturbing the pure ripples, the meaning is distinct of itself).