Divide water like wings, Huang Yun leaves fall to the roots. When Cui E left, she didn't say anything. The temple gate was empty, and the oblique lights shone. The walls are gloomy, lined with ancient paintings, and they are still driven by feathers. In the small hall, the night is deep and the silver lights are fragrant.
The Wall of Mountain Temple —— Yang Shizhen in Tang Dynasty
What happened outside, the veranda is not pitiful. Eden law is here, and the cinema III is empty. On the moss of mountain fruit, among the cold leaves. After returning, the pavilion is still closed, and the tree is a few autumn winds.
Du Mu, a Zen Temple in Yangzhou in Tang Dynasty
After the rain, cicadas are noisy, and the climate of pine trees floating in the wind has been spread to autumn. Moss covered the steps, and Bai Niao deliberately stayed behind. The mist in the evening is getting deeper and deeper, and the sunset gradually lowers a small building. Who knows that this quiet bamboo road leads to the bustling Yangzhou song.
Interview with laojunmiao in Tang Dynasty-Li Bai
The first gentleman used virtue, and the temple used spirit. Grass is broken, dust is thick, and birds are deep. The quicksand stove is extinguished and the road is closed. Lonely for thousands of years, free to relax in Berlin.
Looking south at the Bailin Temple in Tang Dynasty-Langshiyuan
Listen to the pavilion clock on the stream, and the boat is deep and loose. After the castle peak, the clouds are still there, and four or five peaks are painted in the southeast.
Lingyin Temple —— Song Wenzhi in Tang Dynasty
The vulture ridge is gloomy, and the Dragon Palace is lonely. Look at the sea, the door is facing the tide in Zhejiang. In the middle of the month, laurel trees fall and fragrant clouds float outside. If you climb the tower, you will find that spring is far away. Frost is thin, flowers are hairy, and ice leaves are not withered. The age of rewelding is still different, and the search is right. Stay on Tiantai Road and look at the extra stone bridge.
Dengwa Pavilion —— Li Bai in Tang Dynasty
Board the crock pavilion in the morning and overlook Jinling City. Zhongshan faces the north households, and Huaishui enters Nanrong. Long rain, noisy days and happy voices. The two corridors beat drums and the four corners sang kites. Stand outside the sky and climb the sun and the moon. The mountains and air are domineering, and the earth 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 Phoenix. Much thunder and little rain, but heaven helps all. How expensive is the halo? Jason Wu, the mayor of this town.