Hanshan Monk Trail album, famous Buddhist songs, sung by Wang Jianxun, Huang Shuai, Yang Jie, etc.

"The Trail of the Cold Mountain Monk" or "Hanshan Monk Trail ": its music is smooth, like a quiet night, the moon is shining in my heart, and my heart feels peaceful. The lyrics are wonderfully written: first the scene is written, and then the feeling is born from the scene. I visited Zen in the middle of the night and climbed up the rugged mountains. The sky and the mountains are just in a hazy fog. There is no whistling of the city, and there is no feasting, singing and dancing. Fame and fortune are like the moon in the water, and the flower in the mirror disappears in a flash. All the dharmas, the world-born dharmas, are all united, all are illusions, and all have no self-nature. In a blink of an eye, there is still only the Buddha Dharma lamp illuminating all beings. The suffering and happiness of the world drifted with the wind along with the tolling bells of Hanshan. All living beings must not want to chase dreams after clouds, only see the benefits in front of them, chasing dreams after clouds is not desirable, because glory and wealth disappear like clouds and mists, like dreams disillusioned, and what they get is like the sunset in the evening. Let go of everything, recite the Buddha honestly, and get rid of all evil thoughts such as greed, hatred, and ignorance. Like fallen leaves, come and go calmly. We came to the world naked, and we must go naked to the West to bliss. Why do you need to look for the footprints of the monk, or calm down, be an honest man, read the Buddha honestly, and focus on the Buddha. Zen Master Wude praised this song well: your breath is Sanskrit singing, your pulse is the bell and drum, your body is the temple, your ears are bodhi, and there is no place not for tranquility. Lyricist: Chen Jianming (Taiwan songwriter) Composer: Chen Dawei (mainland composer) A night visitor of Zen climbed the steep hill peak There is only a hazy fog in the mountains Moon in the water abd flowers in the mirror, thoughts floating Void is not different from color, color is not different from emptiness When I look back, I can’t make any sense Heaven and earth are in it The tolling of the bells in the cold mountains follow the wind, and you must not chase your dream The red leaves are picked up and the leaves come and go calmly, why should you look for a monk