One day Chao-chou visited his brother monk’s lecture hall. He stepped up to the platform, still carrying his walking stick, and looked from east to west and from west to east. “What are you doing there?” asked the brother monk. “I am measuring the water,” answered Chao-chou. “There is no water. Not even a drop of it. How can you measure it?” questioned the monk. Chao-chou leaned his stick against the wall and went away.
A cold morning, the clear air & floating white clouds.
A man walks down the street leaning on a stick.
Later on, horses plunged into the river to drink water in thirsty snorts.
A warrior sat on his folding stool & tapped his thigh with an iron fan.
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