Cold spring
There is no monk wind sweeping the floor in the temple, and the sky is high and the moon is shining.
-It is here that the moon is covered by thick clouds from time to time, and another year is cold in spring. Inadvertently feel the scene of a monk gazing at the moon in the middle of the night, and the bitterness and silence of the Millennium are all in one.
Qianshan
I couldn't sleep all night. At the end of the fifth watch, I put on my clothes and opened the door. At this moment, suddenly, a group of storks woke up with a snort in the forest shrouded in the morning mist in front of the temple. The storks were licking in the clouds and could not get off for half a day.
One night in Suining
In broken walls, the grass is filthy, spiders walk in a snake-this is the realm in a serial studio, and there is another bed with a candle like a bone. In the middle of the night, the scholar and he woke up with tears in his eyes. I don't argue with the season, but my heart is in the book. Suddenly, I saw the red neon in the courtyard like a fog, and I stumbled out of the door. At that time, I saw the heavy door in the courtyard, and the insects were whispering ...
Ancient temple
I was sitting on the stone steps, and in front of me was the osmanthus tree. It's autumn night, and the falling osmanthus flowers are in array. The moon is very high, beautiful and desolate. Seeing the drops dripping like cinnamon in the rainy moon, monk Deming, who likes to cook porridge in the middle of the night, is long gone, and the cold dew invades the clothes.
A lonely pavilion meets an immortal
............................................................................................................................................................... A monk named Zhiya said. I think it should be attached to the people in the mountains ...
So, I was in a hurry all night, and I watched Nanmanzi, which was not as good as the end of the volume, and the east outside the window was actually white.
The dream says
In the dream, the Mid-Autumn Festival soup, a fairy rode away on a crane, never saw anything that changed, and there was no sound. The universe was deserted, and I stood alone in this world, lonely and corroded my soul, and there was no horror in my dream. So I woke up calmly, learned that it was a dream, heaved a sigh of relief, and suddenly heard it coming from my pillow for nine days. Suddenly I saw the house full of disaster-stricken moonlight, and the moonlight gradually passed the corner, and the soup reached the edge of the bed and the neck. I was frightened and called for help from the Taoist priest in black outside the window-suddenly, I woke up and was in a dream.
autumn scenery
On the seventh day of July, in the cool moon in the deep courtyard, I read behind closed doors. The title of the book is "South China", which is written by ghosts and gods.
things are vivid in my mind, or mysterious and carefree, or cold and strange, sighing and sighing, and listening to the dead leaves in the empty steps outside the window, the sound of falling in an instant is like being in a trance.
untitled (word)
I'm in the tomb, where there are many hazel trees and the only peach blossom is in full bloom. When it's cold, it's like morning, and a peach blossom falls with a tinkling rain, just like the marriage in previous lives. During a nap, I dreamed that a woman came to pay homage to me with a smile.