萬松老人評唱天童覺和尚頌古從容庵錄 3.14

3.14

'White-haired at the Wei River, he raised his fishing line— (old, he does not rest his mind)
How could he compare to the pure starving men of Mount Shouyang? (young, they did not exert effort)
It only depends on a single particle of dust to divide the transformations; (holding up his staff, he says: look!)
Lofty fame and meritorious deeds—both are hard to match.' (putting down his staff, he says: Xuedou is still here!)