1. Poems about Pu
Poems about Pu 1. Poems about Yuan Pu
Shuangtiao Qingdongyuan
Forget-worn grass, with its smiling flowers, advises you to hang your crown early in the morning.
Where can I talk about Lu Jia? Is there a good place for Ziya? Is there so much arrogance and pride there?
The heart of right and wrong has persisted through the ages, but the words of a fisherman and a woodcutter overnight.
The Sky is Pure and the Sand is Autumn
The sun sets in the isolated village, the jackdaws in the old trees are lightly smoked, and there is a shadow of a flying dragon.
Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers
The sky is pure and sandy, spring
In spring, the mountains are warm and the sun is gentle, the pavilions are covered with curtains, and the willow swings are in the courtyard. Orioles are singing and swallows are dancing, and the flowing water on the small bridge is red.
The sky is pure and sandy, summer
The clouds are gathering and the rain is passing by, the water is high, the melons are sweet, and the green trees are shaded with hanging eaves. The gauze kitchen is covered with rattan mats, and the beauty’s fan is light.
Tianjingsha·Winter
There is a sound of painting on the corner of the door, half of the courtyard is under the new moon at dusk, and the waterside is in front of the snowy mountain. Bamboo fence thatched cottage, a solitary village with faint smoke and decaying grass
2. Verses beginning with the word "Pu"
Zhongwei Diancheng retreated to Yi DuoNan and asked Fu Jian Xin what Yimian
Author: Song Xiang
When Pu Jun joins Bangyan, he is worried that he has failed the Lord's kindness.
Join the Caiqiao Road and get out of the car door.
Yang Lao hangs down from his sick elbow, and his eyes are covered with dust and he feels faint.
Yu Lingsan swallowed the taste, and Chu Zejiu's soul rose.
Wu Niu was very short of breath and was named Fei Wei Hezun.
The pigeon houses the monks, and the wells and mortars send the children to the village.
The heart is filled with deep sorrow, and the traces of tears are held in the mouth.
What’s the point of asking for the rest of my life? I’m just learning how to herd chickens and dolphins.
Rewards for Thirty Scholars
Author: Sima Guang
Pu Xue lived behind others, while Qing Tu followed the first.
The gourd is discarded because it is useless, and the wood is not perfect.
Better than the woods and springs, there are still virtuous people in the city.
I am ashamed of myself and my head is half white, so I can return to the field after unwinding my fortune.
3. Poems praising hard-working and simple people
1. "Ding Fengbo" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not scream And walk slowly.
Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.
The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly.
Looking back at the desolate place where I have always been, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine when I return.
2. "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty
The world has been as thin as gauze for many years, so who makes people ride horses in Beijing.
Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty.
The short paper is laid slantingly, making grass, and the fine breasts of the clear window are used to share tea.
Don’t sigh in plain clothes because of the wind and dust, you will still be home at the Qingming Festival.
3. "Compassion for the Farmers" by Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn.
There is no idle land in the world, and farmers are still starving to death.
It is noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil.
Who knows that every meal on the plate is hard work.
4. "Farmhouse" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty
Shen Nong's teachings were not wrong, and he worked hard day and night to prepare for the new year.
I am afraid of the rain and the grains of wheat will steam out of my ears, and I am worried that the grains of wheat will turn into moths and fly away.
4. Ancient Chinese verses with the characters Lu and Pu
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1. Huangniban Ci
Era: Author of the Song Dynasty ：Su Shi
Leaving Lingao and heading east, passing by the ancestral temple and turning north.
Walking through the Pituo Xi of the Snow Hall, passing through the long slopes of Huangni.
The turbulent river flows to the left, and the clouds and waves roll away.
The layers of grass and trees are piled up to the right, and the chimneys of Keqiu are dark.
The remaining days go by in the evening. Returning here, I lean on my feet and wander around.
Although I believe in beauty, I cannot live here, and I can only entertain myself.
I am fond of this strange dress, and I follow the phantoms of my predecessors. .
The old man is changing and he is self-conscious, and he realizes the dangers of being shocked by vulgarity.
When Shi Baolu was tied up, he was surrounded by people in the market who did not distinguish.
The road is long and there is no way to go back and forth, just stay for a while and the years are poor.
Sometimes I walk and look far away, the road is exhausted and turn around.
Playing in the white clouds of the yellow mud Come, the green smoke of the snow hall where I stay at dusk.
I am not surprised when I am happy with fish and birds, but I am lucky to be a woodcutter.
I was drunk at first and sang songs, but suddenly I let go The stick is drunk and the bones are broken.
The grass is the grass and the blocks are the pillow, the pure banquet in the Muhua Hall.
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Feeling the call of the elders, fearing that the cattle and sheep would trample on them.
So he jumped up and sang, "The moon is bright and the stars are sparse,"
Welcome I'm here to pay homage to my return. When I'm old, I'm feasting on the grass and trees.
When I'm back, I can't play in the yellow mud for a long time.
2. Plant five plum blossoms on Hefang Fuluo Waterfall. First
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Liu Kezhuang
A hundred times a thousand times it is not enough, no matter how fast the snow splashes and rushes to the river.
Yaolin Mistaken Liangyuan of Ming Dynasty , Baolu shines across Chu State.
Love to kill, chew fragrance, still sniff the pistil, chant wildly, and the mouth becomes sparse.
The green feathers fly away in fright at dawn, it should be the smoke bells hitting the branches of the trees. .
3. Send sister-in-law Zheng Ziren to the Hunan Cao Examination with the rhyme of "She Di".
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Xiang Anshi
The etymology of pen power chasing wind power stable yellow, etymology Going down the Gorge in the Nine Autumn Period.
Walking through the land of Yun'ao, the emperor's son, I decorated the poet Yuelu's seal.
I have been dear to my son and son-in-law for the rest of my life. Cool.
The gate is leaning against the weight of a riding dragon, and I am quickly stepping on the clouds to visit the Nine Suns.
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"Songs of the Suburban Temple? Enjoy the Music of the Imperial Ancestral Temple?" Xuanzong's Chamber Dance" Xiahouzi
Yu Shuo ordered the Lord, and Sheng Zuo was prosperous.
Arise doctrines and affirm laws.
If the customs are simple and simple, everyone will be happy and healthy.
Good deeds can be repaid, and happiness has no boundaries.
"Enjoy the Imperial Ancestral Temple Movement" Xiahouzi
In the reign of Emperor Shuo, Sheng Zuo became prosperous.
Arise doctrines and affirm laws.
If the customs are simple and simple, everyone will be happy and healthy.
Good deeds can be repaid, and happiness has no boundaries.
"Gift to Yao Tong" Zhang Ji
If the sky is leaking, the sun will not shine, and the soil will not grow long.
You are now in a lower position, and your ambitions are high.
A man with white hair and a strong mind is a virtuous person for the country.
No one knows Gao Yun, so he recommends it to the emperor.
I am a simple and foolish person who strives for fame and fortune.
It is hard to show off one’s noble character even though one is far away from one another.
In the past, we met by the Bian River, but now we meet at Chiyang.
There is no chance of coming again, I am afraid this is not the case.
I would like to be a spring in the stone, not frost on the tiles.
Don’t return to each other after parting, never forget what we value.
5. Poems about Xu Xi
New Year’s Eve and Spring Festival Poems Era: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Jiang Kui Work: Partridge Sky Content: Ding Si Yuanri.
Everything is new with cypresses, green peppers and red peppers. The lights and shadows across the fence greet people in the New Year. The bells on Sanmao are moving at dawn in the west window, and there is another spring on the temples for no reason.
Facing guests leisurely, opening the door slowly, plum blossoms accompany the old man leisurely. Jiao'er learns to write human characters, but Yu Lei's divine tea writing is not true.
Era: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Jiang Kui Work: Tasha Xing Content: Coming from Miandong, Ding Weiyuan arrived in Jinling and was inspired by a dream on the river. The swallows are light and the orioles are delicate and soft, clearly looking towards Hua Xu again.
The long night of fighting to win the love and knowledge? Early spring is stained by lovesickness. I write words after farewell, and my needle and thread when I say farewell, my soul is dark and I am traveling far away.
The bright moon in Huainan is cold and the mountains are cold, and no one cares about it when it returns. Era: Northern Song Dynasty Author: Wang Anshi Works: Yuan Day Contents: The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.
Thousands of households have their eyes open every day, always replacing old talismans with new peaches. Era: Qing Dynasty Author: Tan Sitong Works: New Year's Eve Thoughts Content: There are many old poems for New Year's Eve. Often when traveling in the wind and snow, I would write dozens of poems without stopping. The manuscript has been shredded and rotted with the dust of horses, arrows and carriages.
When I see Rao Junzuo today, I can’t help but feel the pimples in my belly. I recall "A Letter to Brother Zhong from Shangzhou on New Year's Eve": "The wind blows against my hand and I leave my home. I have a virtuous brother in my family who feels sorry for me. My brother said, "Hey, I'm sorry." My brother is on duty, I don’t know where I’ll stay tonight.”
The scenery is not special, the light is bright and clear, and the words are deep, and I don’t know how rough it is.
Say goodbye to the past and present, but the years are gone, and the dim wax wine welcomes the new year again.
Who would have thought that the day Xizhong and Yin were bound to be together was already a day of labor shortages. Tong waits for Feng Ming to remain heartbroken, but Ze is unable to stand up because of the rising dragon.
The cold ashes will eventually dissipate by themselves, thanks to the poets and soldiers fighting in the fire field. Era: Qing Dynasty Author: Tan Sitong Work: New Year's Eve Thoughts Content: The world is blurred in the past, and I dare not know who will die in the Central Plains.
I refine my bones from the ice to the sky, and temporarily teach you a good sentence about Tongmei. Singing and crying for no reason because of the long night, the yin and yang of greedy tail prevail at this time.
I had an appointment and heard the chickens dancing together. I turned around in front of the lamp and hated that the sound was too late. Era: Qing Dynasty Author: Tan Sitong Works: Thoughts on New Year's Eve Contents: How can internal care never be enough for the liver and gallbladder? If you talk about late intercourse, you will get a beard.
Without observing the instrument, the knowledge is finally hidden, that is, the power of Jie Wen Ci is already strong. Those who escape from drinking follow the frost array to the north, and talk about war and chase the sea to the east.
The flying light caresses oneself at the age of thirty, and the mountain slips are born in sorrow. Era: Qing Dynasty Author: Tan Sitong Works: New Year's Eve Thoughts Content: Our generation is really mediocre, singing "Ode to Shang", who else is it?
After ten years of drunken dreams, it is difficult to wake up, but an inch of beautiful heart is not dusty. Playing the piano to bid farewell to the old year, arrangements are dangerous to be alone.
The roar of the two dragons of the sword energy of the universe evokes the deep spring. Era: Qing Dynasty Author: Huang Jingren Work: Guisi New Year's Eve Occasionally Content: The laughter of thousands of families is delayed, and the worries are hidden from the outside.
The city bridge is built quietly and no one knows it. One star is like the moon and can be seen for many hours. Era: Qing Dynasty Author: Gong Zizhen Works: On the New Year's Eve of Xinsi, Peng and I stayed together in a Taoist temple. Peng wrote poems about his life, read them all night, and then wrote the end of the volume. Contents: They are also three shadows, listening to the same pestle bell.
The person carrying the lamp is overseas, and the sword is drawn in the dream. The color of the snow is filled with worries about grudges, and the sound of poetry breaks through the bitter void.
In the Ming Dynasty, the seats were packed with guests, but who could tell where they had disappeared? Era: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Jiang Kui Works: Qing Gong Chun Content: On the New Year's Eve of Xinhai, Shaoxi, he bid farewell to Shihu and returned to Wuxing. After the snow, he passed the rainbow at night and wrote a poem: "The shadows of the wild geese are faint in the vast lake, and the jade peaks overlap to protect them. Clouds in clothes; the long bridge is lonely in the cold spring night, and only the poet returns home.
"In the winter of the next five years, I went to Liangxi with Yu Shangqing, Zhang Pingfu, and Pu Wengzi Fengyu again, and the Taoist scriptures passed by Wu Song. , the mountains are cold and the sky is very cold, the clouds and waves are all around, the stars are hanging down, fishing fires are mixed with each other at midnight, the moon is blowing, the wine can't be held, the simple man wraps himself in quilt, as if he is chanting with each other, so this palace is given , the manuscript will be finalized if it is over ten days old. It's useless to blame others, but you can't do it yourself if you are distracted by your thoughts.
Ping Fu, Shang Qing, and Pu Weng were all good at poetry, and when they came up with strange things, I also chased them. After returning from this trip, each received more than fifty solutions.
Call me the gull, it is about to descend gracefully, carrying people back across the end of the tree.
Back then, the clouds and snow drifted, and the lonely boat sailed at night. Sad to see each other again, as promised in Meishan, with traces of depression.
It’s cold in spring on the incense-picking path, I’m whirling, who can answer my own song? Looking westward, the rainbow floats away, and this excitement is unstoppable in my life.
When the wine wakes up, the waves are far away, Zheng Ning thinks about it, and wears plain socks clearly. Now Anzai, only the railings accompany people for a moment.
Era: Northern Song Dynasty Author: Yan Shu Works: Dielianhua Content: The southern geese faintly return to the side formation, the wall is shaded by snow, and the orchid buds are tender. In the middle of the night, the lingering dream makes me sleepy due to alcohol, and the incense curled up in the stove makes me dizzy.
The rapid scenery and fleeting years are fleeting, and the joy of the past is inevitably lingering. The flowering period after the winter is approaching, and the winter plum blossoms are already signaling the east wind.
On Yuan Day, one year is passed away amidst the sound of firecrackers, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. Thousands of households exchange old talismans for new peaches every day.
----[Wang Anshi].
6. Poems about raking
Qinyuan Spring Plowing King Yuan*
A family of eight, a house of five acres, with mulberry trees. Buy Wu cattle with ten horns, drag plows and harrows, plow the land, and spread grass to clear up wasteland. When sowing, seedlings should be transplanted and water slurry should be poured into the middle field. The spiritual seedlings are growing, and you can see the scenery everywhere. Autumn comes and rain comes, and the weather is healthy. There are millet beads and dew-dropping fragrance. Pay close attention to the six o'clock hours, stay awake at three o'clock, call men and women, and return to the warehouse. Beat up the song of praise, cook the chicken and drink wine, and drink a cup of Fu Lefu. There is nothing else to do, but to be honest and simple, to have a drink of justice. There is nothing else to do, but to be honest and simple, and to be the head of Emperor Xi.
1. The pen is like a plow to cultivate the sea of ??rhyme, and the paper is like a field to plant a garden of poetry.
.2 The world of mortals is tired of the vulgar customs, and wants to use the green mountains to imitate the mausoleum.
Chatting with the wild flowers of the four seasons, and expressing your emotions temporarily with a glass of turbid wine.
Tao Xianzhi raises livestock, chickens, and dogs, plants grass, harrows fields, and inspects grazing and farming.
The flowers in the water moon mirror become a dream, and it is difficult to calm down when the road to Taoyuan is cut off.
7. Poems about Wang Anshi
Ai Xian Pavilion The yellow bird mourns the son's car, and it is unnatural to bury him by force.
God does not wait for old age, but it can also make people sad. Ma Hou shows off to the southeast, spurring the road to gallop.
Returning to Wanlizhou is when you are strong. The tomb door is closed and empty, and there is no one walking in the daytime.
Green cypresses and pines, the vast mountain wind blowing. I was embarrassed at first, and I knew it too, Uncle Bao.
Finally, I want to mourn and chant words to comfort my lonely mother. In love with the sun, geese are born in the shade and sand in spring, and in winter they rest in the sun and the sea.
How can you be tired of eating when you take the north and the south secretly? I am worried about my sick body, which is what I am playing.
When there is no one to take care of things, it is difficult, so you should give up on your own ability.
Little did he know that it would be nothing if it was filled with frost.
The hair in the high hall has turned gray, and love has lost its clear meaning. The sad wind blows across the plain, and the horses chat for a while.
With the words in my heart, I look up at the room and think about the Han Dynasty. Mencius' mother knew what she was doing and obeyed her, but she was a shameful person.
A piece of meat is easy to make a plan, but a thousand pieces of wisdom are useless. Anfeng Zhang ordered the construction of Zhenlin in Tongxiang, Shaopi, and the road in Shaoshui was built.
Every day I think about my achievements and pursue the past, knowing in my heart that doing politics is like the past. The bream and fish are returning to the city, and the japonica and rice are carrying wine boats one after another.
The ancestral hall of Prime Minister Chu is still there, and Sheng Yousi left a chapter for his son. Bagong Mountain and Huaishan Mountain have the name of Bagong, but Hongbao cannot be burned with gold.
If you stay in the capital with the immortals, the chickens and dogs may live forever. The eight meritorious virtues are glaze coming out of the horse's mouth in the water and snow mountains. I heard that the heavens will protect me.
This water is connected with eight merits and can provide people with the four majestic qualities. At that time, Kasyapa was free from dust and stains, so why was there so much thought in the countryside?
The origin of Taoist power is not all the same, but knowing how to drink it is suspicious. On August 19th, I dreamed of the trial court and saw that autumn was long and long, and the cold dew entered the twilight clothes.
The bustling chatter has become the city, and the day has not yet arrived among the hibiscus trees. The love you always cherished has become a dream, and the color of jade is like a happy face.
After knowing the opposite, we should no longer be separated, chatting and laughing about the moon phase and leisurely. Postscript Huang Luzhi painted yellow quails flying all over the fields in the south of the Yangtze River. Why did Xu Xi paint this?
There is nothing straight about a hundred-year-old piece of paper, and I always play with it. I went to Baigou to visit the land beside the Baigou River to see the Fan envoys in their new year.
Tibetan envoys often come to shoot foxes and rabbits, but Han soldiers do not know how to pass on beacon fire. Thousands of miles of hoeing and hoeing connect the fortress, and the plains of the plains are dark with swallows and mulberry leaves.
Li Mulian did not comment on the play of his disciples on Bashang of Thorny Gate. The sound of the white crane indicates to Master Haiyuan that the sound of the white crane is pitiful and the sound of the red crane is abominable.
The white crane is extremely quiet, while the red crane is noisy. The white crane cannot be attracted, and the flamingo cannot be waved away.
The long pine died of filth because of the red crane. A Taoist from Beishan said, "Beautiful people are beautiful in themselves. Why should I be happy about it?"
The evil do themselves evil, why should I be angry? If I go away my ears, why should I chase after them?
It’s coming from Laier, so why don’t I reject it. Why am I tired of the noise and seek silence? Why am I more interested in elixirs than plain food?
You say that I have no support even if the pine dies, so I abandon the shade and sit on the dew. The white gull and the river gull have fine feathers, and the jade snow has no dirt.
There is no life left in the waves. The male and female are often frightened and corrected, and their movements are often in dispute.
You have no intention of caring about me, and following you is like having a friend. In the floating and colorful land, this thing has been around for a long time.
Looking southeast with white hair, the spring river is as green as wine. The sun does not illuminate anything during the day, but the floating clouds remain in the sky.
The wind and waves blow at dusk, and the roof tiles become more mottled. Walking on the Guan Cai River, the private power of negative soil is weak.
During the Sui Dynasty, tens of thousands of families were scattered across the embankment, as chaotic as silkworm leaves in spring. I still heard that there were several ways to do it, and I used a wide city wall.
Women howl at night, and the southwest is filled with gullies. White clouds are floating in the sky, with no roots below and no connections around.
The west wind blows and wants to dissipate, and looking at the setting sun makes me feel relaxed. I would like to return to Xihe to borrow the scenery and always use the beautiful scenery as the eaves.
When times come, there is no reason to be able to make rain, but it is the unintentionality that is the most pitiable. Baiyunran's master Baishou is in a mountain, and his body looks like a gaunt tree.
The moss fights for the path of the nunnery, and the clouds fill the void. The dust follows the ruts, and the waves follow the ruts.
The dim old people in the north and south should be grateful for this high wind. The tops of Baiqu Mountain are surrounded by rivers and lakes.
The clouds are clear and clear, and you can see beyond Kyushu. It's cold and empty on the shoulders, and I'll drink wine to meet old friends.
The peaks and ridges are beautiful, and the grass and trees are blowing the sound of Yu. When you climb up, you will know the dangers of the land, and when you look down, you will know how vast the sky is.
Stay happy in the thin day and night, and look at the backs of flying birds. The suffering of the remaining years is over, and the past is destroyed.
Singing and dancing are not available, and Huan Gong’s well is empty. During the Spring Festival Gala in the middle of the mountain, the spring breeze picks up the flowers and rewards me with pure yin.
The road in Yiyipi is quiet, with deep gardens and houses. Every time I take a short rest on the bed, I will look for the stick in the dark.
Only the northern mountain bird passes by and leaves a good sound. The second and third Jinshi of Baoying saw that they had sent begging poems and were less happy that their fame and fame were gone. Who knew that this world would be the most bumpy.
There are guests in the thatched cottage singing Liang Fu, but no one recommends Zixu in the dog prison. Playing with mountains and rivers to understand and eliminate accumulated anger, quietly forgetting the years depends on Qun's books.
Ashamed of you, it is in vain that you can make a living without a smile. There is Baogong Mountain in the south of Baogongshui Village and Baogongshui in the north of the mountain.
The high point teases the distant source, and the coolness falls at the mouth of the mountain. The color of jade and the sweet taste are incomparable to other tastes.
Bamboo trees are surrounded by dense trees, and green vines are invincible. Manlang, a young man in the past, got this by living in seclusion.
If you encounter it when you glimpse it, you will sigh in love all the time. The false reputation is not polluted, and the eternal arrow will end.
Unfortunately, he was abandoned in Chang'an, and his appearance has changed over the past ten years. My ears are full of joy and cannot be washed away, the water is so cold and clear in the mountains.
The clouds in Pimai and Pimai are pale and yellow, and there is not much coolness in Luyinmen Lane. There is not even a single peach blossom here, I would like to ask how busy I am in spring.
It’s a pity that Confucius didn’t exist. It’s a pity that Confucius didn’t live a thousand years without a unicorn. Chi Chi has done all the business, who can treasure this thing?
Han Wu got a corner and burned it to accuse ghosts and gods. He even used it to cast gold and spread the word to future generations.
Beipi apricot blossoms are surrounded by spring water, and the shadows and demons of the flowers each take their own share of the spring. Even if it is blown into snow by the spring wind, it is better than being crushed into dust in Nanmo.
Every time Bei Chuang disease and decline are strengthened, the chicken and platycodon must also be blocked. The roots of empty flowers are hard to find, and the smoke and dust in dreams are hard to sweep away.
It is true that the medicine bag in the Qi region exists, but the Xuanyuan Sutra is missing or not at all. The spring breeze is warm on my pillow by the north window, and I read the Vaya Book.
Beijing guests put wine, purple clothes and cauldrons in front of the guests, with rice and rice in their towels. Use the knife to take out the meat and cut it for the diners. Break the meat into the silver plate and serve it freshly.
Mountain vegetables and wild fruits are mixed with honey, and badger breasts and pig meat are fried like boiled vegetables.
The wine-drinking history is about to start, and the little Hu is scratching his ears to stay. In order for Hu to stop drinking and have less peace of mind, it is no coincidence that a cup of wine comes together.
Beishan Mountain loses green and rises across the slope, gradually returning to the pond. I count the fallen flowers carefully because I have been sitting for a long time, and I am slow to find the fragrant grass and return home late.
There are more than ten feet of wood cut for the boat in Beishan. I lie down and watch the wind and moon reflect the lotus flowers. The fragrance is refreshing and there is no heat, and sometimes there are fish jumping out of the fish.
Beishan Taoist planted pine trees on the sunny slope. The wind warmed and the snow first melted. From a distance in the valley, one could see the heavy greenery. Lei Di Futian is my beloved, he was born here to listen to the tower bell.
Beishan Ting Pavilion has clear water in the west, and there is Ting Pavilion along the hill. Ever since the grass has grown in spring, only the green grass can be seen in the distance.
Returning from Beishan at dusk shows the Taoist that there are thousands of mountains and thousands of mountains, and there is no gap in the journey. The flowers are surrounded by bees, and the fruit weeping apes climb opposite each other.
Looking for the cold water alone, I want to take advantage of the setting sun to return. It's dark and the moon has not yet risen, and the children are beginning to hide their faces.
One of the three poems of Beishan - Baogong Pagoda Daolin's true bones are buried in the blue sky, and they have not been lonely for thousands of years. The treasure is connected to the river, and the statue is surrounded by mountains.
The Yunquan Temple is divided into three paths, and the secluded people in Xiangshan stop only one ladle. I also listen to the Dharma together on the eagle peak. How can the singers leave when I am young?
The second of the three chants of Beishan - Abbot Juehai comes to and from the city and lives in the mountains and forests. The true way is broad and does not conflict with things. Every situation arises from the depth of Zen.
Who can destroy the tongue when it is clean? I can find the footprints as if they are empty. At the end of the year, we chatted proudly by the north window, and the grapes were scattered in half the shade of the bed.
The third of the three chants of Beishan - Daoguang Spring, the dragon will send the rain around the mountain, casting deep and quiet sounds from afar. The clouds surge in the bathtub to warm it up in the morning, and the rainbow in the studio is still sunny at noon.