Changjian
On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.
My road twists and turns, through a valley covered by branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.
Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.
There is silence here except for the bell.
Night tour of Chengtian Temple
Su Shi
On the night of 20061October 12, Yuan Feng undressed and went to sleep, entered the house in the moonlight and set off happily. Those happy people who get nothing go to Chengtian Temple to find Zhang Huaimin, get along with people day and night, and stroll in the atrium.
The courtyard is as empty as water, and the water is covered with bamboo and cypress.
Where there is no moon at night, there are no pines and cypresses, but there are few idle people like us.
I don't know the way to Duixiang Temple. Under the mountains and clouds for several miles, I walked in the ancient Woods where no one was there, but now I hear a bell, Wang Wei, passing through Ji Xiang Temple at a height.
Castle peak is fortunate to bury loyal bones, while white iron casts innocent courtiers.
In April, the beauty of the world is exhausted, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are blooming. Bai Juyi's Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple
Lu Qing Top of Hanshan Temple
Temple buildings are directly adjacent to mountains, and the land of plenty is in the southeast of Tianjin.
A poet who only cherishes the interests of teeth and the market, but can't smell the sense of fishing fire.
There is no such thing as returning from a trip. It should be true to ask Lao Hanyan.
When the bell rang in the clear night, several people had their own dreams.
Hanshan Temple Wang Ming Xi Deng
On the west side of the ancient temple, there are green hills everywhere.
Stone dragons don't make rain, but river finches still sing the wind.
It is difficult to determine whether the city is close to the monk, and the flowers are not red in spring.
Candles flow outside the door and the dust is dark.
Qi sent Hanshan Temple to bid farewell.
Fengqiao looks at the blue mountains in the west, and the temple covers the Han River alone.
The clock in the boat urges the walker to get up, and the lamp in the tower shines on the monk to return.
Fishing should be lonely, the official road is rustling and the leaves are sparse.
Be sure to stop outside Gusu City to see off the princess's singing season.
Ye Bo Qiaofengwang Hanshan Temple
Night fire with loneliness, ten years dream of Qiao Feng.
Didn't see Wang Sili, Qing Kuang came to Hanshan Temple to ask about the tide.
Hanshan Temple
Wujiang River roared, maple leaves fell, and Bishan Ancient Temple enjoyed itself.
The cold bird went down to the rock side tower, and the residual photos showed the monk pine outside the road.
There is no vulgar rhyme in the empty gaozhai, but there is a hint of Maitreya and a strong wind.
The ship is far away in the cold wave, and the dream should have the taste of midnight.
Night parking near Fengqiao Zhangji
Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing and sleeping,
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.