Poetry of the highest practical realm

The highest practical realm of this poem is as follows:

1, life is like a trip, and I am also a pedestrian. -Su Shi's "Lin Jiangxian sends money to Mu Fu"?

2, if life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan. -Nalan Xingde's Mulan Ci, Antique Decisive Words and Cambodian Friends?

Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. -Yan Shu's "The Recent Flowers"

4, the body is clear with the clouds and the heart is clear with the flow. -Cen Can's "Message to a Taoist priest in Qingcheng Longxi"

Birds fly to the eaves and clouds float from the window. -wujun's Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains

6, crane language loose last month, the flowers are bright and bright. -Chu Sizong's "Giving the Hermit"

7, lovely October, no clouds. -Zengbo Li's "Water Tune"

8. When the fruit is raining, the grass is singing under the lamp. -Wang Wei's Sitting Alone in Autumn Night

9. Zhu Zhai sleeps and listens to the rain, and moss grows in dreams. -Fang Yue is listening to the rain.

10, blow out the reading lamp, and the sky is full of bright moon. -Sun's Blow Out the Desk Lamp

1 1, the bright moon rises from the mountain of heaven, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. -Guan Shanyue of Li Bai

Now the cold of the moon and dusk passes through the pine trees, and my ears are pure because of the wind and the sound of water. -Meng Haoran, "Too Big to Be a Homestay Teacher"

13, or soft and transparent, let's be friends with our own hearts. Chang Jian's retreat in Wang Changlin.

14, neither birds nor fish move, and the moon shines in Jiang Shen at night. -Bai Juyi's Night Boat Helps Qin.

15, watch the water and pass the Zen, smell the fragrance and dye the heart. -Yao Daoyan's "Lion Forest is too late"

16, bananas are leaves, and books are for my teacher. -Jiao Ran's Gift to the Master

17, the hidden moon is Zen, and the mountains and clouds send wild feelings. -Shi Wenjun's "Guests"

18, mixed with truth, I have forgotten what to say. -Liu Changqing's "Nanxi Seeking a Taoist"