There is a chief of Qianmen Temple in Bianzhou. His surname is Lou and his given name is Chunhe. He is a kind-hearted man and the world calls him "Mr. Wenliang". This person has a Zen heart, loves to cultivate his moral character, and visits the Bianjiang River every day.
The long smoke is gone, the bright moon is thousands of miles away, the floating light leaps into the gold, and the silent shadow sinks into the jade.
Fellow Taoists looked at the bright scenery and asked Mr. Wen Liang to sing songs, drink wine, and take a boat ride on the river. The vastness of the river is endless. Wang Jingming looked up to the sky and screamed: "The river and the moon are proof, how wonderful is this joy!"
The breeze comes slowly and the water waves are calm.
The two of them clinked their wine glasses.
"How wonderful!" Mr. Wen Liang chuckled while holding the cup, "It's so nice to have a drink with my brother."
Note: Suddenly I thought of "The Story of Yueyang Tower", let me set the stage.
Intention: Looking for close friends in the mountains and rivers
