These two poems mean that when I happened to pass a temple full of bamboo, I met a monk and talked with him for a long time. In this eventful autumn, it is rare to have a moment of leisure. The "monk talk" here means that the poet talks with the monk about Zen, mainly to express his anguish and unhappiness. As a monk, my attitude towards life has always been normal.
Take a break for half a day. Similar poems.
There are scholars in the laughter, but there is no Ding Bai in the communication. (Liu Yuxi's "Humble Room Ming")
In the morning, the cause of waste and pollution was promoted, and Dai Yue went home with a hoe. (Tao Yuanming's Return to the Garden)
Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! Li Bai's Into the Wine
The thatched eaves are long and clean without moss, and the flowers and trees are all planted by hand.
We open your window and overlook the garden and fields, holding cups and talking about mulberry and hemp. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village")
I like children playing hooligans and peeling lotus flowers on their heads best. (Xin Qiji's "Qingpingle-Village Residence")
The yellow hair hangs low and enjoys itself. (Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden)
The ring is bare and can't cover the windy days; Short brown knots, ladybugs are empty, and so is Ru Yan. (Tao Yuanming's Biography of Mr. Wuliu)
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. (Tao Yuanming's drinking)
Other similar poems that have been stolen for a long time.
I know that the peony flowers in Song Taizong (Song Dynasty) are deep red and shallow, so I forbear to cut the golden knife branches. The invasion in the morning contains the fragrance of walking, and the audience is nothing more than affection. The bustling shadows are faded, and the dense leaves are swaying. Zhu Lan is no ordinary spring. Butterflies enjoy themselves. Beautiful days and sunny days have been delayed, and it is hard to look back on the past. The wind blew the garden back and forth, and suddenly it became exciting and competitive.
Shi Yanshou, a mountain poet [Song Dynasty], thinks of leisure in the world and is full of interesting doors. Giving up the road to peace and trying to build Sendai are futile. Thousands of clouds and waters overlap and narrow, and money travels thousands of miles. Fortunately, there is a flat place. I don't know who will come to see the mountain.
Hibiscus hibiscus and chrysanthemum are in full bloom [Song] Zhang Leikong Mountain is silent, and the late chrysanthemum hibiscus is relatively quiet. Spend a leisurely day with me and pity the beautiful autumn scenery of the canal. Sweet, but if you want to hold the Buddha, why not get drunk? This life is hard to predict. Do you know that we will meet again next year?
Answer Jiang Jieyuan Yun [Song] Zhang Ruqin is carefree and charming. Why didn't he invent it when he was alive? The bamboo path is like an old man, and the perfume of celery is clear. Old Sun Yan, a family heirloom, took it, and the new poet and monk took it. That requires two opposite beds, and you can hear the sound of autumn in the shadow of green light.