Poems about temples

Poems about temples

A section of cloud in Wushan, the ancient temple is green and green-Five Dynasties, Li Jue

The ancient temple is green and green, and the palace pillow is flowing. Underwater acoustic mountain lock makeup building. Think about the past. The clouds and rain are still dusk, and the fireworks are spring and autumn. Why should a crying ape approach a lonely boat? A traveler worries about himself.

Looking back at Gushan Temple in the West Lake at night, I presented it to all the guests-Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty

Lotus Temple in Liuhu Songdao, and moved back to the radial Dojo at night. Because luju is full of rain, its fruit is heavy and low, and the leaves of palm are buffeted by the breeze. The water vapor on the lake, the microwave turbulence, the water color, look on the lake floor of the pearl hall, staggered, reflected in the sunset. Back to the other side, please guests in looking back, Gushan temple as if like the Penglai palace in the mountains, located in the water center.

He blasphemed God and Fenshui Biyiyi-Five Dynasties Sun Guangxian

Fenshui Biyiyi, Huang Yun, leaves are falling. When Cuie left, she didn't say anything, and the temple door was empty and covered with oblique light. The walls are gloomy and lined with ancient paintings, and it's still a feather drive. In the small hall, the night is dark, and the silver lamps are falling and fragrant.

the wall of the mountain temple-the sheep of the Tang dynasty

there is no shortage of secluded corridors. Yi Deng method in, iii cinema is empty. On the moss of mountain fruit, among the chilling leaves. When I return, I still close the pavilion, and the trees are a few autumn winds.

The Zen Wisdom Temple in Yangzhou-Du Mu in Tang Dynasty

After the rain, cicadas make a noise, and it floats in the autumn. The moss covered the steps, and Bai niao deliberately stayed behind. The evening mist has grown deep, the setting sun gradually lower a small building. Who knows this silent bamboo road, leading to the song of the bustling Yangzhou.

Pay a visit to laojunmiao-Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

The sages were virtuous, and the temples were spiritual. The grass is broken, the dust is thick and the birds are deep. The quicksand stove is extinguished, and the road is closed. After being alone for thousands of years, I am free to relax in Berlin.

south view of Bailin Temple-Lang Shiyuan in Tang Dynasty

I heard the Jingshe clock on the stream, and the boat was deep and loose in diameter. After the green hills, the clouds are still there, drawing four or five peaks in the southeast.

Lingyin Temple-Song Zhiwen in Tang Dynasty

The Jiuling Mountain is gloomy and the Dragon Palace Lock is lonely. Looking at the sea, the door is facing the tide in Zhejiang. The laurel falls in the middle of the month, and the sweet clouds float outside. If you climb to the tower, you will find the spring far away. Frost thin flowers are more hair, and ice light leaves are not withered. The age of rewelding is still different, and the search is right. Stay in Tiantai Road and see the Redundant Stone Bridge.

Dengwaguan Pavilion-Li Bai of Tang Dynasty

Dengwaguan Pavilion in the morning, overlooking Jinling City. Zhongshan faces the north households, and Huaishui enters Nanrong. Long rain falls, noisy days and happy sounds. The two corridors vibrate drums and the four corners sing kites. Stand out of the sky and climb the sun and the moon. The mountains and the air are domineering, and the land is cold and gloomy. The vast sea of clouds is late, and the vast palace is flat. The door is closed, and the building knows the name of the phoenix. Thunder makes a hundred mountains move, and God helps ten thousand to lean. How expensive is the aura? Jason Wu, the mayor of this town.

On the night of August 15th, Yaotai Temple said a quatrain to the moon-Quan Deyu, the daughter of Tang Dynasty, had gone to heaven in a phoenix, and Renci was empty by the Ding Lake. It's a cool night in the clear autumn and a half, and I look at Jinbo shining on the powder field.

stopping at a temple on heng mountain i inscribe this poem in the gate-tower-Tang Han Yu

the five Holy Mountains have the rank of the Three Dukes, the other four make a ring, with the Song Mountain midmost. Hengshan is located in the famine far away many demons and ghosts, god authorized the Nanyue god is the supreme power. Halfway up the mountain, the cloud was filled with clouds and mists, though there was a pinnacle who could reach the top. I came here in the autumn rain, the weather is dark, there is no wind. Silent prayer in the heart as if to fulfill, is not a person integrity can be well - informed? A moment of cloud sweep to show the outstanding peaks, looking up to the peak of the mountain. The zigaifeng ridge is connected to the Tianzhu peak, and the ups and downs mountain is rugged and connected to Zhu Rong. The precipitous Jensen dismounted and bowed down, and went straight down the pine and cypress paths to the palace of the gods. The pink walls against the red pillars are dazzling, Pilaster on ghost pictures or green or red. Stepping up the steps and bending over to give the meat and wine, to express the Qian by the humble offerings. The old man in charge of the temple could understand the divine, and gaze into the Repeatedly and bow to me again and again. Hand cup jiao kau taught me to throw the method, saying that this bo most guitar difficult the same. I was banished to the wild, to be lucky not to die, the food and clothing are willing to die here until the end. As soon as the desire of the king will be cut off, god will not succeed even if he blesses me. This night, the temple stays on the high court, xingyuejiaohui mountain fog obscured by the mountains. The monkey's crow clock struck the morning, and the cold day of the east was empty.

Sushan Temple-Jia Dao in Tang Dynasty

Many people shrugged off cool colour, and Jing Lu was divided here. The trees missed the stars, and the moon hurried along in the clouds. The high mountains and the tiptop are rare, and the pines stand out in the forest. An old monk who was eighty years old, never heard of what happened in the world.