Yuanhe nine years autumn, the first season of August. I visited Wuzhen Temple in Wang Shunshan.
Four or five miles up the mountain, smell the water first. Since then, I have been involved in Lanxi Bay.
Holding a bamboo stick, stepping on Baishitan. Gradually strange eyes and ears, ignorant of the world.
Looking at the mountain from the foot of the mountain, it is impossible to climb it at first. Who knows that there is a road, and the plate breaks through the top of the rock.
Take a breath under the pole, and then rest by the stone niche. The niche is more than a foot long, and the door is not closed.
I can't see anyone when I look up, and my hair hangs like a dragonfly. Surprised the white bat, flying like snow.
Looking back at the temple gate, Zhu Xuan was sandwiched between cliffs. For example, break the mountainside and put a temple inside.
There is no flat land, and the land is narrow and empty. Rooms and halls compete with peaks and valleys.
There is not a pinch of soil in the rock, and the tree is thin and strong. The roots are long, and the insects and snakes are flat.
Songgui has no business, and the four seasons are prosperous. The branches are green and the rhyme is like a chord in the wind.
The sun and the moon are opaque, and the shade intersects. A bird makes a sound and smells like a cicada.
When you rest in the guest pavilion for the first time, you will be restless. A moment later, Wan Li suddenly realized.
The rainbow is flying on the eaves and spinning around the clouds. Red sun and white rain, through thick and thin.
In the wild green bushes, the eyes swallow Qin Yuan. Weishui is invisible, and the Han tomb is smaller than boxing.
However, no matter what the road is, I miss Zhu Lan. People on the mountain seem to be far away.
In front of many pagodas, the wind is ringing in all directions. Luan and Hu are really great.
Kaya Buddha in Yunxi, sitting here in Nirvana. So far, the iron bowl is still there, and the words are worn out.
The Jade Elephant Hall opens in the west, and Bai Fosen is on a par. Fight dust clothes and worship ice and snow.
Frost is a cassock, hail is a flower. Ghost work is hard to see, and its traces are engraved.
The second time I went to Kannonji, I didn't smell sandalwood. Take off your shoes on the steps and collect your feet for a clean feast.
Six rows of jade mirrors and four gilded cymbals. Night is bright, don't wait for the lights to burn.
Duobao stalemate low, blue back coral banner. The wind is like a happy day, touching the mountains and mountains.
White beads with dew, red beads with blood. Decorate the Buddha's bun and make it a crown of seven treasures.
Double bottles of white glass if the color is cold. Looking at the relic through the bottle, it turns like an elixir.
Brother Yu, what is the generation of things? Heaven and man are just gardens. Blowing like the voice of an autumn crane can make people feel depressed.
It's autumn now, and March and May are full. Tang Bao has three doors open, and the golden elf is in front.
The moonlight shines brightly, and the crystal light is brilliant. According to Lengxin, I don't want to sleep at night.
Xiaoxun Nanta Road, chaotic bamboo low Chan Juan. You didn't meet anyone in the forest, and cold butterflies flew around.
I don't know the name of mangosteen. Enough to satisfy hunger, sweet and sour.
Daonan blue valley god, purple umbrella white paper money. At the age of 20, in case of flood and drought, the imperial edict sent to repair apple flies.
Because the ground is clean, there is no meat or drink. The dangerous stones were stacked four or five times, and the thunder was embarrassed.
What does the creator mean? It is piled on the east side of the rock. It's cold and slippery, and the moss is like flowers.
I'll be up there. I'll be in danger. I'm dizzy, my hands and feet are off, and I dare not look down.
The wind came from the bottom of the stone, and the thin man slapped it. Clothes are like feathers, I want to fly. \ The three peaks are in danger, but the sword at the peak remains. Often after the white clouds pass, the sky will definitely open.
At sunset in the northwest, the sunset glow is red. Thousands of miles away from the screen, walk down the cinnabar pill.
The southeast moon is in the sky and the night is long. At the bottom of the pool, there is a gold plate written on it.
Blue water gurgles day and night. Week goes around the mountain and looks like a green ring.
Or paved for slow flow, or excited for running. In the deepest part of the city, Long Xianxiang emerges.
Hanging sideways is particularly dangerous. Romon plays cypress and drinks apes under the stream.
Snow blooming egrets, brocade jumping startled red herring. Take a rest, wash your mouth and get rid of your troubles.
Shallow and deep are penetrating and can illuminate the brain and liver. But love is at the bottom and I want to find the source.
East Cliff rocks abound, full of rare treasures. The warmth comes from the outside, and in the meantime, it is embarrassing.
Bian He has been dead for a long time, and Liangyu has given up more donations. Sometimes it shines, and the night is connected with the stars and the moon.
The highest peak in the middle, leaning on the sapphire pole. I can't climb.
There is a white lotus pond on the ground with clear blue flowers. It is not famous, and that place is not where people live.
There is also a stone as big as a square brick. It was inserted in half, and Wan Ren hung under it.
Cloud has a former teacher, sitting without Zen. The number is the centering stone, which is passed down from generation to generation by elders.
However, I went to the shrine and there were many weeds. Yesterday, I heard that Wang's son, Yu, was promoted to metaphysics.
Its western medicine platform is still in Zhi Zhu. I heard Huang's voice on a moonlit night.
Looking back at the painting dragon hall, I found two ancient temples. When you want to listen to Buddhism, you are willing to seal the altar.
Return to the spring cave and become a dragon. There are caves in front of the steps, and white smoke comes from the rain.
Monks who write scriptures are quiet and focused. Pigeons fly thousands of times.
Add water to the inkstone to suck the bottom spring of the rock. Three times a day, the season is not long.
After becoming a monk, his disciple's name was Yang Nan. Carrying this lotus, tens of billions.
A rotten mouth is not rotten, and the root of the tongue is like a red lotus. The skull is missing today, but Shi Xin is still there.
There are Wu paintings on the powder wall, and the brush color is still fresh. There are Chu books on the plain screen, and the ink color is as new as dry.
Spiritual realm and different traces are all around. Five-day tour, want to go back, but still linger.
I am a native of this mountain, and I was mistaken for the time network. Lead the study, push and pull the official.
Not only in the literature department, but also giving advice to employees. Stupid and inappropriate, and it's no use being a vegetarian.
With this, I feel ashamed and often unhappy. Nothing, nothing, nothing old.
Today, when I came out of the hairpin group, I began to worry. And for landscape tours, it is intensive.
Wild elk broke free and walked freely. When will the pond fish be returned when it is put into the sea?
Wearing layman's clothes and holding the South China Chapter. Finally, I came to live in this mountain, always thanking the middle edge of this area.
I'm over forty now, and I've been idle all my life. If it takes 70 issues, it will still take 30 years.
Bai Juyi (772 ~ 846), a native of Xinzheng, Henan Province (now xinzheng city, Zhengzhou, Henan Province), is the author of Poems on the Temple of Youwu Town (130 rhyme). He was a great realistic poet in the Tang Dynasty and one of the three great poets in the Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi was born in Dongguo Village, Xinzheng, Zhengzhou (now Dongguo Temple Village, xinzheng city) in the first month of the seventh year of Tang Daizong Dali (772). Bai Zu was born in Taiyuan, Shanxi, and Bai Juyi's grandfather moved to Xiazhai (now Weinan North, Shaanxi). Zhong Bai used to be the magistrate of Gongxian (now gongyi city, Zhengzhou, Henan), and he was friends with his neighbor Xinzheng magistrate at that time. Seeing the beautiful scenery of Xinzheng, Bai Juyi moved to Xinzheng. He was born in Xinzheng, Henan. He was buried in Luoyang, Henan Province after his death. The memorial hall of Bai Juyi's former residence is located in the suburb of Luoyang, and the White Garden (Bai Juyi's Tomb) is located in Pipa Peak in Xiangshan, south of Luoyang. Bai Juyi's poems have a wide range of themes, diverse forms and simple and popular language, and are known as "the poet's magic" and "the king of poets". Official to Hanlin bachelor, Zuo Zanshan doctor. Up to now, there are Bai's "Changqing Collection", and the representative works include Song of Eternal Sorrow, Charcoal Man, Pipa Travel and so on.
Bai Juyi's Other Works ○ Song of Eternal Sorrow
○ Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake
○ farewell of grass/endowed with ancient grass
○ Look at wheat cutting.
○ Recalling Jiangnan, Jiangnan is good.
○ More works by Bai Juyi