Yang-shan asked Kuei-shan, “If a million objects come to you, what do you do?” Kuei-shan answered, “A green article is not yellow. A long thing is not short. Each object manages its own fate. Why should I interfere with them?” Yang-shan paid homage with a bow.
Sitting up at night, alert and thoughtless.
The moon behind the trees shines faintly on a paper screen.
If a million objects came here, the moon would illuminate them.
If a million shadows gathered here, the moon wouldn't dispel them.
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