A branch of graceful chrysanthemum stands high, and the clouds in the evening are dark red, and martyrdom should be blood.
The other one is written to his master, Law Hong Yi, who is a law master. In this poem, we can see his lifelong legal experience. He wrote
Fame is good for fools, and philharmonic can damage good law and behead people.
Printing is too empty
Xu Yunhong, together with Master Yin Guang, a monk at the beginning of the Republic of China, was the thirteenth ancestor of Pure Land Buddhism. He was born in the last year of Xianfeng in the Qing Dynasty and died on November 4, 1961. He was ten years old.
Master Yin Guang devoted his whole life to the pure land. The pure land of the Dharma was carried forward after the Republic of China. He lived in a Buddhist temple before his death. He wrote a big word on the wall with a writing brush to tell his disciples that Buddha should live and die every day, while chanting Buddha should live and die every day. Only later on can he achieve his life. There are few lectures on Buddhism, and the calligraphy articles carry forward Buddhism, leave the printing master’s notes, printing master Jia Yan’s records and so on.
Master Yin Guang said a song to his brother at 1: 30 in the morning on the day of his death.
Read Buddha and see Buddha and decide to live in the west.
At 2: 15 in the morning, I got up from bed and washed my hands. I told my brother that I was going to be led by Mon Amitabha. Everyone had to recite the Buddha, make a vow to live in the west, and then sat facing the west and recited the Buddha.
At three o’clock in the morning, he spoke his last French to his younger brother Miao Zhenshang.
To maintain and carry forward the pure land, don’t be arrogant.
Read the Buddha until he died peacefully at 5 am.
We see that the last words of Master Yin Guang are not formal, but they vividly reflect the tone of the master’s words of the Pure Land generation. This straightforward discourse style is also the pursuit of life and death by the Pure Land Sect, which echoes each other.
In the early years of the Republic of China, another master was Taixu Shangtaixu, a great Buddhist master in China. He dabbled in all the schools of Zen Pure Land, the first sage of Tiantai, and was good at integrating them into one family. Taixu had a great influence on the development of Buddhism in China. He advocated life Buddhism, reformed Buddhist teachings, taught him and believed that Buddhists should visit the East, spread France, Europe and the United States, and visit Nanyang, which promoted the internationalization trend of Buddhism in China.
Because Master Taixu saw each other’s success or failure in building a monk’s participation in the political society, there was mixed praise and blame. Unlike the three masters who were unanimously admired by Xuyun Hongyi Yinguang, but he had a great influence, there should be no doubt that he was listed among the four eminent monks in the junior high school.
Master Taixu died at the age of 59 on December 10, 1919 and March 12, 1947 in Guangxu, Qing Dynasty.
Five days before the death of Master Taixu, Master Zhenhua of the Jade Buddha Temple wrote a poem with great sorrow for the heart of the niche. This poem became his last ink, which can be regarded as his own legacy, because he died five days after he wrote it.
All laws are born in an instant, and all laws are destroyed in an instant.
In fact, in the spring of this year, he wrote two poems, which left a faint taste. One was that he was so excited to return to Xuedou Temple for ten years and wrote the heavy snow sinus.
Miao Gaoxin is old, but the flying snow is still alive. cool colour invaded the temple and broke the pavilion. In ten years, Chen Meng robbed the ashes.
Another song is to serve the elderly.
People who suffer from the loss of their own advantages are vigorous and energetic, and they are diligent and simple in their life.
Perfection lies in life and death.
After reading the poems of eminent monks in the early Republic of China, we can quite feel the spirit of expression, and the wonderful poems in the history of Buddhism in China are even more numerous. I have selected ten moving poems according to the years here, or I can get a glimpse of the Zen master’s Zen style
The Legacy of Seng Zhao in the Jin Dynasty
It’s like cutting the spring breeze to turn around and get a white blade.
Second, the legacy of Datong in Tang Dynasty
Important friends can’t type the old domain name, but they can access it by visiting the alternate domain name.
Don’t worry about your skill in the four major movements, gathering and dispersing.
The legacy of Hongzhi in the Third Song Dynasty
Dream spent sixty-seven years in Bai Niao, and there was no autumn water.
Fourth, the legacy of the Song Dynasty
Life and death, how to come, glaciers, flaming iron trees, China
The far-reaching legacy of the Five Song Dynasties
When things come and go, they are like floating clouds passing through the void, throwing a leather bag of bones and returning frost and snow into the furnace.
Heritage of Chu Shi in the Sixth Song Dynasty
The birth and death of the true circle, the wooden horse singing at night, the western hills and the sun
Yi Ning’s Legacy in the Seventh Song Dynasty
The Buddha swallowed his arrow all his life and fell to the ground.
Legacy of Zongyan in Yuan Dynasty
The rain falls, the sky falls, the tears fall, and the western buddhas come with carriages.
The nine dynasties changed their legacy.
It’s against the seventeenth year of the lunar new year that the golden bird is called Tianbi before giving up the prestige tonight.
The legacy of the yuan dynasty in the ten dynasties
Never discuss the face. If King Kong asks the peace of mind, Daoshan is the Dojo.
Here, we are a little closer to the legacy. The common style is simple, concise, pure and unpretentious. Although it is a few words, it is a life-long practice. For us Buddhists, we can pull ourselves to a high place and look back and forth.
From the standpoint of poetry, it is not difficult to write this form at the same time. The problem is that there are three conditions to be able to say or write a legacy before dying. First, you must know when to die from it or die suddenly. Second, you must remain awake at the last moment or you will never be in a coma. Third, you must practice for a long time or you will be exposed. Otherwise, what can the nonsense at the end of your life leave for people’s hearts?