Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji
You know I have a husband and you want to give me a pair of pearls. I thank you for your love and pin the pearl on my red shirt. My home is connected with the imperial garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd.
Although I know you are sincere to Lang Lang, I have vowed to share my life and death with my husband. Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married.
Translation:
You know I have a husband, but you still want to give me a pair of pearls. I thank you for your affection for me and for tying pearls on my red shirt. My tall building is connected to the Royal Garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd. Although I know you are sincere and open-minded, I have vowed to live and die with my husband. I cried when I returned your double beads. I regret not meeting you before I got married.
2. "Yulouchun deigned to say the Day of Returning Home";
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
I'm going to talk about the date of return before I respect you. I want to talk about spring first. Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky.
Before the farewell party, Mo sang a new tie. This song has a sad feeling. It's easy to see all the flowers in Los Angeles at first.
Translation:
Before opening the bottle, I plan to set a return date and long for a drink. When I want to say, the beauty has nothing to say, such as the charming face of the spring breeze, I will mourn myself first. Ah, life is sentimental, and it doesn't matter if you don't hate it-the breeze on the roof and the bright moon in the sky.
Don't sing new songs and clear songs before farewell, which has made people sad. Ah, at this time, you only need to see all the peonies in the city, and then you can travel with me, so that you won't be so sad, and you can bid farewell to the spring breeze without regrets.
Untitled a misty rain is blowing from the east with the wind.
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond. There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.
Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem. Never-ending, even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? !
Translation:
The east wind is rustling and the drizzle is flying with the wind. There is a light thunder outside the lotus pond. A golden toad incense burner with a lock button, a cigarette lingering and elegant, shaped like a jade tiger pulley, pulling a rope to draw well water. Jia's daughter peeked at Han Shou through the curtains because she loved his youth and beauty. Wang Wei dreamed that Zhen Shiyin had a pillow and compared her poems to Fu Fei. Oh, my heart is no longer sprouting, the flower of spring; So as not to make me miss you inch by inch, and Hua Song lost his ashes.
4. "How deep is the yard?"
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
In the courtyard, deep willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not counted. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.
March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Translation:
The courtyard is deep. How deep is it? Willow Yiyi, flying with patches of smoke, a curtain with many layers. Luxurious chariots and horses are parked in the place where aristocratic childe plays. She went upstairs and looked into the distance, but she couldn't see the way to Zhangtai.
Spring is dusk, and the rain in March is accompanied by strong winds. No matter how you hide the evening scenery, you can't keep spring. I tearfully asked Luohua if she knew my thoughts. Falling flowers are silent and chaotic, flying out of the swing bit by bit.
5, "Gu Tian Dai Ren Fu"
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
As the sun sets, Western jackdaw's homecoming brings me a melancholy. Only the willows in the pond give off green buds. No one would believe that there would be a sad life in the world if it were not for the bitterness of grief at this moment.
Out of the intestines, tears flow hard to close. With the love of acacia, once again boarded the little red chamber. I know that there are countless chaotic mountains that block the distant sky, but I can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it all the time.
Translation:
The homecoming of western Western jackdaw in the sunset has aroused my worries. Only the willows by the pool show green buds. If it weren't for the sadness of parting and the torture of not hating, I wouldn't believe that someone in this world would really be sad and bald.
When you are separated from the intestine, tears will flow desperately. With the love of acacia, I once again boarded the little red chamber. I know there are countless mountains interrupting the distant sky, but I still can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it.
2. Find some poems that see through the world. Tao Yuanming has many similar poems.
For example, The Word Back to Xi will return to Xi, and the countryside will ruin Hu Bugui! Since the eyes are heart-centered, are you very sad? Without remonstrating with the past, you can pursue what you know. Not far from being lost, I feel that today is not yesterday.
The ship is far away and the wind is blowing. Asking for directions, ex-husband, hate dawn.
It looks forward to Yu Heng and runs with joy. Servants are welcome and children are waiting for the door.
The three paths are barren, and the pine chrysanthemum still exists. Bring children into the room, there will be wine bottles.
Lead the pot to think for yourself and make the court happy. Leaning against the south window to send lofty sentiments, judge your knees to be comfortable.
Garden Day includes fun, although the door is fixed and often closed. Help the old man to rest, and correct his head if he goes far.
Clouds come out of holes unintentionally, and birds don't know when to fly. The scenery is coming, lonely and lingering.
Come back, please rest assured that you will never travel again. The world is against me, what can I ask for? Please love words from relatives, play music and read books to eliminate worries.
The farmer told Yu Yichun that he wanted to do something with Xichou. Or a towel cart, or a boat
There are both gentle and graceful valley searching and rugged climbing. Wood is thriving and spring is blooming.
When everything is fine, I feel that my journey of life is over. I don't hold grudges anymore! How long will it take to get back into space! Do you want to stay? What does Hu Wei want? Wealth is not my wish, and the emperor's hometown cannot be expected.
When you are pregnant, you can go alone or plant a stick. Deng and He Lin wrote poems together.
Chatting, riding, returning, the fate of Lotte is really ridiculous! A bird in Twenty Cups of Wine lost its habitat and flew alone at dusk. Wandering endlessly, every night my voice becomes sad.
Li went to Qingyuan, where to go; Because value is lonely, loose and distant. There is no glory in the strong wind, and this shadow is not long; I have my house, which has a history of 1000 years.
Secondly, building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan; The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. This makes sense. I want to distinguish right from wrong and get carried away.
The third line ends at ten million ends, who knows right and wrong; Contrast between right and wrong, and ruin the reputation. For more than three seasons, Da Shi seems to be out of place.
Vulgarity is a fool, you should learn from Bo Huang. Fourth, the color of autumn chrysanthemum is good, which makes it more beautiful.
Chrysanthemum wine is in the heart, the heart is more beautiful, and the feeling of avoiding customs is deeper. The wine in the glass waved, and then held the glass.
As the sun sets, birds call to Lin Huan. Little Mr. Dong Xuan, get this life back.
5. The pine tree is in the East Garden, and the grass has no posture; First frost is different, you can see the tall branches. Even foresters don't realize that being alone is strange.
Hold a pot and hang a cold ke. From a distance, it will be restored. In my dream room, what happened to the dust! Sixth, early in the morning, I heard the door ring, and I opened it myself.
Ask the son for whom? Father Tian has a kind heart. I am far-sighted and doubt that I will keep pace with the times.
"? It is not enough for the grass under the eaves to live high. I will live in Shang Tong all my life. May you giggle at your mud. ”。
"I was very impressed by the words of my elders, and I was very angry. You can learn honestly, but you are not fascinated! And * * * enjoy this drink, I can't drive back! "Seventh, guests often stop at the same time and choose different places.
A gentleman is often drunk alone, but a husband wakes up all year round. Laugh when you are drunk, but don't talk coquettishly.
Rules and regulations are stupid, but arrogance and poverty. Send a message to a guest, and there will be no candles for a day.
The eighth teenager was poor in personnel and swam in the Six Classics. If you are not confused, you will accomplish nothing if you stay for a long time.
In fact, I am clinging to poverty, hungry and full. Bad company in Hengtai, weeds have no vestibule.
Keep the night brown, and the chickens will not crow in the morning. Meng Gong is not here, so he finally saved my feelings.
Nine orchids are born in the vestibule, containing smoked breeze. The breeze is blowing against the wind, and the weeds are fragrant.
Go on, lose my old way, conform to nature or Per. Now that you are awake to go, be careful that the bird abandons the bow.
His tenth son is an alcoholic and comes from a poor family. Time depends on good people, and mash is used to solve doubts.
If you do it, someone will consult you. Sometimes you refuse to speak, you are not cutting the country.
The benevolent uses his heart, so he loses his silence. The eleventh old friend rewarded me with interest, and the pot was harmonious.
Ban Jing sat in Panasonic and got drunk after counting. My father and his elders talked nonsense, and when he thought about it, he lost his line.
I didn't know I was there, so I knew things were precious. You are fascinated, and the wine smells deep! Twelve good deeds are rewarded, and Uncle Yi is in Xishan.
If good and evil should not be, why make empty statements? Ninety rope, hungry and cold.
It's good to be poor, who will pass it on forever. Its thirteenth is benevolence and tolerance.
If you are empty for several years, you will starve to death. Although I left my name, my life withered.
You never know when you will die, but you'd better be content. A guest raised the body of a daughter, and his treasure disappeared from his face.
What's wrong with naked burial? People should understand what they mean. Fourteen Nong has been gone for a long time, and it is rare to be true on earth.
Draw an old man in the middle of Lu, sew him up and make him pure. Although the phoenix bird has not arrived, the ceremony and music are temporarily new.
Our eyes are spinning and floating, holding the crazy Qin. What's wrong with poetry and calligraphy? Once the dust settles.
Just old people, sincere and diligent about things. How can it be beautiful? Six people have no relatives? Driving all day and not seeing what you want? Don't drink quickly, for fear of wearing a towel on your head.
But hate is even more fallacious, so forgive my intoxicating. One of the five songs of "Returning to the Garden" has no rhyme, and naturally loves Qiushan.
Fall into the dust net by mistake, thirteen years. Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.
Open up wasteland in the south and return to the garden. There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine straw houses.
Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital. The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.
Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster. The house is clean and miscellaneous, and the virtual room is idle.
Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today. Second, there are few people in the wild and few wheels in the backcountry.
This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts. When complex market music, grass * * *.
When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma. My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day.
Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs. Three kinds of beans are under the south mountain, and the grass is full of bean seedlings.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night. The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will. Fourth, I went to Shanze for a long time and enjoyed myself in the wild forest.
Try to take your son and nephew and put them in the wild market. Yiyi wandered between mountains and dragons, living in the past.
There are remnants in the well, and the mulberry and bamboo rot. Excuse me, what is this person like? The wage earners told me that "there is no rest after death".
"A lifetime in a foreign land" is really true! Life seems illusory, and eventually it will be empty. Fifth, feel sorry for yourself, the calendar is rough.
The mountain stream is shallow and meets my feet. I'm drinking my newly cooked wine, and two chickens attract the latest game.
When the sun sets, the candle is lit instead. The height is high and the height is short, and the east is getting white.
3. Poems describing people who see through the world of mortals and escape into an empty net:
1, nothing, where is the dust! Tang Dynasty Bodhisattva: Huineng
2. Where can I find a bosom friend? Tears wet the corners of my eyes. Man Jianghong-Zhu Xiao Jinghua Qing Dynasty: Qiu Jin
3, the old man is only, wake up the bright moon, the breeze after drunkenness. "The moon is full of mountains and separated by red dust." Jin Dynasty: Yuan Haowen
4, picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan. Tao Yuanming: Wei and Jin Dynasties in Five Drinking Songs
5. Life is rootless and floats like a stranger. Poems in Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
6. If you don't miss life, you will miss it and you will miss it. Xu Zaisi's "Break the halberd and sink the sand"
7. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. Li Shangyin's Jinse
8, people feel sentimental and thin, but now they are really not sentimental. Nalan Xingde's "Paving Happy Sand"
9, the eyes are condensed with autumn waters and swords, and the poem is cut into bone jade. Purple English-Bright Light
10, whoever says goodbye has no regrets. Dream glass-the song of parting
1 1, peeling three thousand troubles, cold temple lanterns with ancient buddhas. A Dream in Red Mansions
Extended data
The world of mortals originally refers to a prosperous place.
The "dust" in Buddhism is translated from Sanskrit, which means pollution, which means that it can pollute people's authenticity. "Dust" is synonymous with "environment" and refers to everything perceived and recognized by the outside world. Buddhism believes that the dust world is realized with one heart, not the real objective reality, but the illusory "external world". Later, because the world of mortals refers to the illusory world.
As the saying goes, he who sees through the world of mortals sees through the vanity and filth of the world and doesn't want to stay. It is often used to describe being very philosophical and free and easy.
He who sees through the world of mortals has a thorough understanding of things in the world through some chance in the course of life, which is a process of self-thinking breakthrough. He generally adopts passive evasive strategies and behaviors in his behavior. He who sees through the world of mortals will usually let go of the pursuit and persistence of money, power, fame, beauty and other desires after he understands that everything is empty.
It is useful to see through the world of mortals, adopt an attitude and behavior of turning a blind eye to things and things in life, and maintain self-peace, but its negative behavior is not conducive to the development of the country, society and family and personal responsibility.
References:
Sogou encyclopedia-he who sees through the world of mortals
4. Find five poems that see through the world. Su Muzhe Cao Mei Yao Chen (Yu Sheng) has a flat dewdrop and a misty villa.
After rain, Jiang. The unique Yu Lang has the least years.
Spring robe, tender color should be taken. Pick up the pavilion and get lost.
I can't complain about Wang Sun, but I don't remember coming home early. All the pears are gone, and spring is back.
The sun went down, and the ground was green and smoky. Tao Yuanming, one of the five songs in Returning to the Garden, has no rhyme and loves autumn mountains.
I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years. Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.
I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields. The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.
Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital. The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.
Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster. There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely.
Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today. Second, there are few people in the wild and few wheels in the backcountry.
Cover the door during the day, thinking about wine. When there are many people in the market, grass grows all over it.
When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma. My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day.
Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs. Three kinds of beans are under the south mountain, and the grass is full of bean seedlings.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night. The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will. Fourth, I went to Shanze for a long time and enjoyed myself in the wild forest.
Try to take your son and nephew and put them in the wild market. Wandering among the mountains, unwilling to live in the past.
There are remnants in the well, and the mulberry and bamboo rot. Excuse me, whoever gets paid is different.
The wage earners told me that there was no death. Abandon the city for a lifetime, really.
Life seems illusory, and eventually it will be empty. Fifth, feel sorry for yourself, the calendar is rough.
The mountain stream is shallow and meets my feet. I'm drinking my newly cooked wine, and two chickens attract the latest game.
When the sun sets, the candle is lit instead. The height is high and the height is short, and the east is getting white.
5. What are the poems that see through the world of mortals and return to tears and hate not meeting before marriage?
If you don't miss your life, you will miss it and it will hurt you.
One is Xianpa in Yuen Long, and the other is flawless jade. If there is no strange fate, I will meet him again in my life. If you say there is a strange fate, how can you be worried?
Who can complain about loneliness? Foreword is always faint.
Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance. -Ouyang Xiu's "Spring on the Jade Tower"
The heart of spring has not bloomed. Even this bright flame of love has only ashes? . -Li Shangyin's Untitled Six Songs and Six Songs.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. -Ouyang Xiu's Two Liang Zhu Poems
If you teach your eyes no hatred, you won't believe that there are hoary heads in the world. -Xin Qiji's "Partridge Sky"
Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality and bitterness, and an inch is still inextricably linked.
6. He who sees through the world of mortals poem 1, a moment that should last forever, has come and gone unconsciously.
Source: Li Shangyin's Jinse.
Those beautiful things and years can only stay in memories. At that time, those people thought those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
2. If you teach your eyes that there is no hatred, you won't believe that there are hoary heads in the world.
Source: Xin Qiji's Partridge Sky.
If I hadn't personally experienced the torture of parting from sorrow and not hating, I wouldn't believe that someone in this world would really be sad and bald.
3. The tearful eyes ask the flowers to be silent and fly over the swing.
Source: Ouyang Xiu's Two Liang Zhu Poems.
I tearfully asked Luohua if she knew my thoughts. The fallen flowers are silent and chaotic, flying out of the swing bit by bit.
4, once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Source: Yuan Zhen's Lisi.
I have been to the seaside, and there is not enough water in other places; Clouds in other places are not called clouds except Wushan Mountain. Hurried through the flowers, too lazy to look back; This reason is partly due to the abstinence of monks and partly because you have had it.
5. If you don't miss life, you will miss it and you will miss it.
Source: Xu Zaisi's Gui Ling.
I don't know what acacia is from birth to now, and I only know what acacia is, but I am deeply tortured by acacia.
7. Describe a poem that sees through the world of mortals.
Author: Yuan Zhen
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
The poem means: After experiencing the vastness of the sea, you will no longer be attracted by other waters. After the lingering sex in Wushan, the scenery elsewhere is not called sex. Walking among the flowers, I didn't care to see bloom, partly because I am a monk and partly because I can't forget you.
Bodhi theory
Author: Hui Neng
Bodhi trees have no trees, and the mirror platform is not a platform.
Buddha's nature is always pure, where can there be dust?
Poems praising monks in Shunzhi:
I was happy when I came, sad when I left, and walked around empty.
It is better not to come or go, there is no joy or sadness.
Floating life is like an illusion, and the past is like a cloud.
Half-life fate is prosperous and bitter, and the moon in the water is in the mirror.