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title: "湛然圓澄禪師語錄 · 行路難"
description: "湛然圆澄禅师语录由明代禅宗高僧湛然圆澄所述，其门人明凡记录，丁元公与祁骏佳编撰。该书成书于明末佛教复兴时期，收录圆澄禅师的开示、法语、公案及书信，集中体现其禅学思想与修行指导，倡导直指人心、见性成佛的曹洞宗风。作为明代禅宗重要文献，该语录不仅传承了临济与曹洞宗的精髓，对后世禅修者具有深远影响，是研究明清佛教禅宗思想与实践的重要典籍。"
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### 行路難

> Difficulty of the Path

行路難。路難不在登高山。愚癡盡道蠢無用。靈利猶嫌心事奸。上古人皆重淳樸。而今一味尚輕薄。事人直道還見疑。素性那堪更雕琢。麤麤衣。稀稀粥。意無非是樂有餘。心不求人便是福。因把往事細思量。思量往事空勞碌。數卷書。一林竹。園蔬野果皆天祿。不求榮不招辱。出入無拘馴麋鹿。有時拽杖傍溪游。自覺身心無所求。倦依芳草睡一覺。浮雲流水兩悠悠。醒來抖擻疑歸家。夢眼摩沙見藤花。因採藤花入深塢。蕨芽仙草無窮數。只知富貴在眼前。那識人間有萬戶。旋轉松門遇佳客。話濃就地坐磐石。涼風率至滌我襟。爽然自愜汗乾額。問我懷中是何物。報言世上不之識。道人懶意擇精麤。一一拈來皆可食。客又問我行路難。路難不在登高山。

> The Path is Hard—but not because of climbing high mountains. Though fools are dismissed as useless, even the clever find their thoughts too shrewd. In ancient days, people valued simplicity; Nowadays, all cherish flippancy and charm. Serve others with honesty, and you'll still be doubted; With nature as it is, why force more polish? Coarse robes, thin porridge— My heart finds joy in having more than enough. A mind that seeks nothing from others is true blessing. So I reflect on bygone days; Thinking it over, all that striving was in vain. A few scrolls of books, a grove of bamboo; Wild garden greens and forest fruits are heaven's bounty. I seek no glory, invite no disgrace; Free as a tame deer, I come and go as I please. Sometimes, with staff in hand, I stroll beside the stream, Finding body and mind have no desires at all. Weary, I nap on fragrant grass— Drifting clouds and flowing water, both unhurried. Waking, I gather myself, wondering if I'm home; With sleep-dusted eyes, I glimpse blooming wisteria. Gathering vine flowers, I venture into a deep hollow, Where fern shoots and sacred herbs are numberless. All I know is wealth and honor before my eyes— Little do I realize humanity has ten thousand households. As the path turns, I meet a fine guest at a pine gate; Lost in talk, we sit right on a boulder. A cool breeze arrives, washing my chest; Refreshed and content, my sweat-dried brow relaxes. He asks what I carry in my arms; I reply, "Nothing the world would recognize." A hermit monk too lazy to choose the fine or coarse— Each one I pick up is edible. The guest then asks, "The Path is hard—but is it because of climbing high mountains?"