1. Poems about the temple
1. Inscribed on the Zen courtyard behind Poshan Temple, Tang Dynasty: Chang Jian
Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.
The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees.
The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart.
All sounds are silent, except for the sound of bells and chimes.
Appreciation: This is the otherworldly sound from the Buddhist holy land. This is the wonderful Buddhist sound that leads people into a pure and pleasant world. This is the sound of nature that echoes deep in people's hearts. It is melodious and grand. Bright, profound and transcendent.
2. Lang Tao Sha Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
When he was born in a wine glass, everything was empty. There are three or five heroes from ancient times. Wherever the rain blows and the wind blows, there is the Han Palace and the Qin Palace.
Dreaming of entering the jungle of teenagers, singing and dancing in a hurry. The old monk mistakenly rang the bell in the middle of the night. I was startled by the west window, unable to sleep, and the west wind blew across the ground.
3. Untitled Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
They come with empty words and disappear without a trace, the moon is tilted upstairs at the fifth watch.
The dream is far away and it is difficult to cry out, and the book is hastened to become ink.
The wax illuminates the half cage of golden jade, and the musk smoke slightly embroiders the hibiscus.
Liu Lang already hated Pengshan for being so far away, and even more so because he was separated by 10,000 layers of Pengshan!
Appreciation: You said that we would meet each other in vain, but after we said goodbye, there was no trace; when I woke up, the slanting moonlight shone in the sky above, and I could hear the first ringing of the dawn bell.
4. Returning to Lumen Folk Song at Night Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
The bells of the mountain temple are ringing and it is already dark, and the fishermen are noisy as they scramble to cross the ferry.
People followed the beach to Xiangjiang Village, and I also took a boat back to Lumen.
The moonlight in Lumen opened the smoke trees, and suddenly I came to Pang Gong's hiding place.
The pine path in Yanfei is long and lonely, with only lonely people coming and going.
Appreciation: At dusk, the bells of the mountain temple echo in the valley, and there is a noisy sound at Yuliang Ferry. People walked along the beach towards Jiangcun, and I took a small boat back to Lumen.
5. Passing Xiangji Temple Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
I don’t know Xiangji Temple, but I have entered Yunfeng several miles away.
The ancient trees are untraveled, and there are no bells in the mountains.
The sound of the spring swallows the rocks, and the sun is cold and green.
In the evening sky, the pond is filled with music, and Zen is used to control the poisonous dragon.
Appreciation: I didn’t know where Xiangji Temple was, so I climbed several miles and accidentally entered the Yunyong Peaks. There are towering ancient trees but there are no walking paths. The bells of ancient temples can be heard from somewhere deep in the mountains. 2. What are the poems describing temples
1. "Jiangnan Spring" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
The orioles sing in thousands of miles, the green reflects the red, and the wine flags in the water villages and mountains are winding.
There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and many towers are in the mist.
2. "Sushan Temple" Jia Dao in the Tang Dynasty
All the buildings are cold, and the fine houses are divided here.
Meteors penetrate the sparse trees, and the moon moves retrograde through the clouds. (Sparse wood, one work: water-repellent)
There are few people coming to the top, and there are no crowds of tall pines and cranes.
A monk was eighty years old and had never heard of worldly affairs.
3. "A Cloud in Wushan: The Ancient Temple Is Backed by the Green Mountains" by Li Xun of the Tang Dynasty
The ancient temple is located near the green mountains, and the palace rests on the blue current. The sound of water and the scenery of mountains lock the makeup building. Thinking about the past.
The clouds and rain turn from morning to night, and the fireworks return from spring to autumn. Why should a singing ape get close to a lonely boat? Travelers are troubled.
4. "Inscribed on Zenzhi Temple in Yangzhou" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
After the rain, the cicadas made a noise, and the pines and osmanthus fluttered in the autumn.
The steps are covered with moss, so the white bird stays late.
Deep trees grow in the evening mist, and the setting sun sets under the small building.
Who knew that Zhuxi Road, where singing and playing music were played, was Yangzhou.
5. "Southern View of Berlin Temple" by Lang Shiyuan of the Tang Dynasty
I heard the jingshe bell in the distance on the stream, and the boat was moored with a small diameter and deep pine trees.
The clouds behind the green mountains are still there, and four or five peaks in the southeast are drawn. (Southeast One: Southwest)
6. "Lingyin Temple" Questions from the Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty
The Jiuling Mountains are lush and craggy, and the Dragon Palace is lonely.
The building overlooks the sea and the sun, and the door faces the tide of Zhejiang.
The osmanthus moon is setting in the middle of the moon, and the fragrance of the sky is floating outside.
The tower of Luodeng is far away, and the spring for cutting trees is far away.
The flowers are more blooming in the thin frost, and the leaves are not withered in the light ice.
The old age is still different, and the search is noisy.
Enter Tiantai Road and look at the Yudu Stone Bridge.
7. "Returning from West Lake in the evening and looking back at Gushan Temple to present gifts to the guests" by Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty
Songdao Lotus Temple in Liuhu Lake, returning to the radial temple in the evening.
The rain is heavy in the low mountains of Luju, and the palm leaves are in the cool water.
The mist is swaying and the sky is blue, and the buildings and halls are scattered against the setting sun.
When you reach the shore, please look back. Penglai Palace is in the middle of the sea. 3. Poems about temples
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Chang Jian Works: Zen Temple behind Poshan Temple Contents: Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.
The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees. The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart.
Everything is silent except for the sound of bells and chimes. Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Work: Dalin Temple Peach Blossom Content: The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom.
I always regret that there is no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn.
Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Works: Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake Content: North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.
My favorite part of the lake is the east side, where the green poplars shade the white sand embankment. Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Works: Recalling Jiangnan Content: Reminiscing about Jiangnan, the most memorable is Hangzhou.
Looking for osmanthus seeds in the moonlight in the mountain temple, looking at the tide from the pillow in the county pavilion. When will we come again? Era: Tang Author: Meng Haoran Works: Song of Returning to Lumen at Night Content: The bells of the mountain temple are ringing, the day is already dark, and the fishermen are noisy at the ferry crossing. People followed the beach to Jiangcun, and I also took a boat back to Lumen.
The moonlight in Lumen opened the smoke trees, and suddenly I came to Pang Gong's hiding place. The pine path in Yanfei is long and lonely, with only lonely people coming and going.
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Zhang Ji Work: Night Mooring at Fengqiao Content: The moon is setting, crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng is fishing and fire is facing melancholy. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight.
Era: Northern Song Dynasty Author: Lin Bu Works: Notes from Rui Shangren’s Room in Gushan Temple Contents: At the bottom, I lean on the railing and meditate, the back pavilion of Gushan Pagoda is tilted to the west. The gloomy scrolls are in the forest temple, and the chessboards and chessboards are scattered in the fields.
Sometimes a solitary bird flies in the autumn scenery, and the setting sun rises up from the cold smoke. I love my house so much when I stay late, I just wait until spring to see the snow.
Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Work: Yiai Temple Contents: Sit on the rocks by the stream and walk around the temple in search of flowers. You can hear the chirping of birds all the time and the sound of springs everywhere.
Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Works: Solitary Tung Tree in Yunju Temple Content: A green jade tree stands with thousands of green leaves. The pavilions are more than five feet tall, and their high spirits are still there.
The mountain monk is ninety years old, quiet and immortal. When Zi Yunshou planted it, there was a Qingtong tree.
Pluck straight from the bud, and rise from the beginning. There are no branches on the four sides, but there is a general principle in the center.
Those who wish to establish themselves should be so alone. Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Cen Shen Works: Climbing Ci'en Temple with Gao Shi and Xue Zhi. Contents: The pagoda is like a gush of energy, standing alone in the heavenly palace.
When you step out of the world, the path is empty. The sudden pressure on China is like a ghost work.
The four corners block the day, and the seven layers cover the sky. Peeping down refers to the tall bird, listening down to hear the startling wind.
The mountains are like waves, running towards the east. The road is lined with green locust trees, and the palace view is exquisite.
Autumn colors come from the west, and Guanzhong is full of green. On the Wuling North Plain, it is evergreen and misty.
Once you understand the principles clearly, you will be able to understand them, and you will win because of your long-standing teachings. I vow to hang up my crown and feel that my Taoist resources are endless.
Era: Tang Author: Cui Hao Works: Tour to Tianzhu Temple Content: Climbing Tianzhu Mountain in the morning, the sun rises in the mountain temple. Streams and springs are gushing thinly, and rivers and rivers are lingering.
The solitary top is high when you go straight up, but the peaks are small when you look at them from a flat angle. In December in Nanzhou, the ground is warm and there is little ice and snow.
The cold mountains are covered with green, and the winter marshes are covered with wisteria. On the side of the flower niche waterfall, there is a green wall and stone forest.
Ringing a bell brings together humans and heaven, giving food to gather apes and birds. The mind is cleansed and the mind is clear.
I just realized that there is nothing wrong with people and everything in the world. Era: Tang Author: Dai Shulun Works: Sanlv Temple Contents: The flow of Yuan and Xiang is endless, how deep is Qu Zi’s resentment! At dusk, the autumn wind blows, and the trees flutter with leaves.
Era: Tang and Five Dynasties Author: Du Mu Works: Inscribed on Mulan Temple Content: Bending the bow to fight as a man, I once had a thrush in my dream. I thought about returning the wine several times, and put it on the clouds to wish the concubine Ming. 4. Poems describing temples
Jiangnan Spring
Du Mubai
Thousands of miles of orioles singing green and reflecting red, and the wind of wine flags in water villages and mountains.
There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, and many towers are in the mist and rain.
Passing Xiangji Temple
Wang Wei
I didn’t know Xiangji Temple, but I entered Yunfeng several miles away.
The ancient trees are untraveled, and there are no bells in the mountains.
The sound of the spring swallows the rocks, and the sun is cold and green.
In the evening sky, the pond is filled with music, and Zen is used to control the poisonous dragon.
Peach Blossoms at Dalin Temple
Bai Juyi
The beauty of April in the world is over, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom.
I always regret that there is no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn.
Beiyue Temple
Jiadao
There are five mountains in heaven and earth, and Mount Heng is located in the north.
There are thousands of mountains and rocks, and they are so strange and vast that it is unpredictable.
No one dares to enter, the temple is dark in daylight.
Sometimes it rains and sprinkles the heaven and earth with virtue.
God is at peace, and my kingdom will always be prosperous.
Titled the Zen Temple behind Poshan Temple
Chang Jian
Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.
The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees.
The light of the mountains pleases the birds, and the shadows of the ponds empty the hearts of the people.
All the sounds are silent, except for the sound of chimes.
Titled Gushan Temple, Hangzhou
Zhang Hu, Tang Dynasty
The tower towers with green cens, leading into the center of the lake.
Without rain, the mountains will always be moist, and without clouds, the water will be cloudy.
The broken bridge is covered with moss, and the empty courtyard is filled with deep flowers.
I still remember the moon in the west window and the sound of bells in the northern forest.
5. Poems describing temples
1. "Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple" by Bai Juyi The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom.
I always regret that there is no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn. 2. "Inscribed on the Zen Temple behind Poshan Temple" Chang Jian in the Tang Dynasty. Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.
The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees. The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart.
All sounds are silent, except for the sound of bells and chimes. 3. Temple Ode Ringing bells and incense cauldrons surround the mortal world, worshiping whoever comes to sleep.
Encountering evil spirits when entering and exiting the temple, scraping anointed blood to worship the gods. 3. Cloud Resentment Ci (Qing Dynasty.
Chen Weisong) The clouds in the spring mountains are harmonious, the spring water in front of the mountains is green in the morning. Point out the ancient temple in Qiancun.
4. Flowers and sacrifices to Teng: Temples don’t need mountains to hide from the world, and their doors are now doubly busy. If the Buddha wishes, visitors can stay in the Buddha Hall.
5. Chao Zhongcuo - Lu You The Nuo drums in winter are used to celebrate the passing years, and the flames of candles are moving the golden boats. The colorful swallows are hard to find in the previous dream, and the crisp flowers are empty and springy.
Wenyuan is sick, Lan Cheng has been traveling for a long time, and looking back is sad. The bright moon plays the flute on the Meishan Mountain, and the wind is gentle and the sky is full of orioles in the Yu Temple.
6. "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" - Zhang Ji The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is full of frost. Jiang Feng, fishing fire, and melancholy face each other. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight.
7. Butterfly Loves Flowers---Lu You, Yumiao Lanting Jingu Road. A night of clear frost dyed all the trees by the lake.
Don't complain about the depth of the parrot's cup. You will know where you are when you meet him. The passing years cannot be retained.
The beauty in the mirror will eventually fade away. Ding Ningjun remembers that gods must be made by idle people.
8. "Visiting Tianzhu Temple with My Nephew Liang, the Governor of Hangzhou" --- Li Bai Hanging on a mat on Lingpengqiu, watching the waves and resting in Zhanglou. Three mountains are moving and enjoying life, and five horses are traveling together.
Tianzhu forest is in sight, and the pine wind rustles in autumn. Gaze at the clouds to gauge changes, and explore the water in a quiet and quiet place.
The mountains are separated by the distant sea, and the pavilion is written to return to the current. The poem is proud of the clouds and the moon, and the good things are all over Wuzhou. 6. What are some famous ancient poems about temples?
1. The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is filled with flowers and trees. ——(Tang Dynasty) Chang Jian's "Inscription on the Zen Temple Behind Poshan Temple"
2. The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands. ——(Tang Dynasty) Li Bai "Sleeping at the Mountain Temple at Night"
3. At the Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou City, the midnight bell rang to the passenger ship. ——(Tang Dynasty) Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge"
4. I don't know Xiangji Temple, but I have entered Yunfeng several miles away. ——(Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei "Passing Xiangji Temple"
5. The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom. ——(Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi's "Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple"
"The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees." The full poem content:
"Inscribed on the Zen courtyard behind Poshan Temple" < /p>
Tang Dynasty: Chang Jian
Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.
The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees.
The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart.
All sounds are silent, except for the sound of bells and chimes.
Translation:
I walked into this ancient temple early in the morning, and the rising sun reflected the woods on the mountain.
Bamboo groves cover the path leading to the depths, and the flowers and trees in front and behind the Zen room are luxuriant and colorful.
The bright mountain light makes the birds more happy, and the clear water in the pond also refreshes the mind and purifies the mind.
At this moment, everything is silent, leaving only the sound of bells and chimes.
Chang Jian (708-765?), a poet of the Tang Dynasty, whose name is unknown, is said to be from Xingtai or Chang'an (today's Xi'an, Shaanxi Province). In the 15th year of Kaiyuan, he and Wang Changling were ranked Jinshi, and he was a long-term official. Unhappily, he traveled to famous places and lived a wandering life for a long time. Later he moved to live in seclusion in Ezhu. In the Dali calendar, he served as Xuyiwei. Tianbao was appointed Xuyiwei in his middle age. Later he lived in seclusion in Xishan, Ezhu. He spent his whole life in despair, being aloof and self-sufficient, and having no friends or dignitaries. There is a literary exchange with Wang Changling. His poetic conception is clear and distinct, his language is refined and natural, and he has unique artistic attainments. There are 57 existing poems, with narrow themes, most of which describe pastoral scenery, mountains and forests. Famous works such as "Inscription on the Zen Garden Behind the Poshan Temple" and "The Tomb of General Diao Wang", especially the previous couplet "The winding path leads to a secluded place, the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees" have been widely recited from ancient to modern times. He also has some excellent frontier poems. There are three volumes of "Chang Jian's Collection of Poems" and two volumes of "Chang Jian's Collection". His poems take pastoral and landscape as the main themes, and their style is close to that of Wang and Mencius. He is good at using concise and concise brushwork to express a quiet and profound artistic conception. Such poems often reveal an "indifferent" attitude. In fact, he was not completely forgetful of reality. He had some emotions, expectations, and accusations. This is especially obvious in the frontier fortress poems that account for a considerable proportion. There is "Chang Jian Ji". 7. Poems describing mountain temples
Hanshan Temple, Lu Ding, Qing Dynasty
The temple tower is directly adjacent to the mountains, and it is an important place in the southeast.
I only cherish the tooth man's pursuit of profit, but I don't know the fishing fire and appreciate the poet.
There is no way to know the return of a guest who has traveled against the odds, and asked Han Yan whether he should be true again.
As soon as the bell rang clearing the night, several people had the same dream but different lives.
Hanshan Temple Ming Dynasty·Wang Xideng
The road to the west of the ancient temple is full of green mountains.
The stone dragons are making rain, and the river magpies are still singing in the wind.
It is difficult for a monk to determine the location near the city, and the flowers in the spring are not red.
The road outside Zhulian's door is dark with dust and maple.
Farewell to Hanshan Temple by Gao Qi of the Ming Dynasty
The maple bridge overlooks the blue mountains to the west, and the temple faces the Hanjiang River alone.
The bell in the boat urges travelers to get up, and the lamp in the tower illuminates the distant monks returning.
The fishery is solitary and solitary, the official road is deserted and the leaves are sparse.
It must be remembered that I am parked outside the city of Gusu, and I will see you off when the crow crows.
Parking on the maple bridge at night and looking at the Hanshan Temple
The night fire is accompanied by the loneliness, and the ten-year-old dream is on the maple bridge.
Qing Kuang didn’t see Manager Wang and came to ask about the tide outside Hanshan Temple.
Hanshan Temple
As the maple leaves are falling over the Wujiang River, the ancient temple in Bishan is alone.
In the cold sky, birds descend from the rockside tower, and the remaining light shines on the pines outside the path where the monk returns.
There is no vulgar charm in the quiet high house, but there is no trace of Maitreya in the wild wind.
The boat took advantage of the cold wave to go away, and I should hear the midnight bell in my dream.
Night mooring at Fengqiao Zhang Ji
The moon is setting and the sky is full of crows and frost, the river maple fishing fire is facing melancholy,
The bells of Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City are ringing in the middle of the night to the passenger ship.