- In autumn, sitting in the abbot's quarters at White Cloud Cliff, I expounded the true reality of the Shurangama Sutra for the two lay practitioners Wu Duzhi and Wu Mingzhi. During breaks from meditation, I would walk along the mountain peaks, sit cross-legged in the cliffside niches, chant in the wind, and sing to the moon. Occasionally, I composed verses, which I then wrote down and presented to them—eight poems in total. (秋日坐白雲巖方丈為吳篤之明之兩居士譚楞嚴實相每禪餘經行峰頂趺坐巖龕吟風嘯月偶成偈語遂筆以贈之凡八首)