鸡鸣枕上,夜气方回,因想余生平,繁华靡丽,过眼皆空,五十年来,总成一梦。今当黍熟黄粱,车旅蚁穴,当作如何消受?遥思往事,忆即书之,持向佛前,一一忏悔。不次岁月,异年谱也,不分门类,别志林也。偶拈一则,如游旧径,如见故人,城郭人民,翻用自喜,真所谓痴人前不得说梦矣。 Chicken Ming pillow, night gas side back, because of the rest of my life, prosperous extravagant, too empty eyes, 50 years, the assembly of a dream. Now when millet cooked yellow beam, car travel ant colony, as for how to endure? Recalling the past, recalled that the book, hold before the Buddha, one by one repentance. As time goes by, different spectrum spectrum, regardless of categories, do not Zhilin also. Even twist a, such as the travel path, such as the see the deceased, the people of the city, turned over to self-congratulation, the so-called nonsense may not be a dream.