Complete the poem of Wang Wei, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, who visited Xiangji Temple

"Passing Xiangji Temple"

Author: Wang Wei

I don’t know Xiangji Temple, but I have entered Yunfeng several miles away.

The ancient trees are untouched, and there are no clocks in the mountains.

The sound of the spring is swallowed by dangerous rocks, and the sun is cold and green.

In the dusk, there is a song in the empty pond, and Zen is used to control the poisonous dragon.

Notes:

I have heard that Xiangji Temple is famous for a long time, but I didn’t know it was in this mountain;

I went into the mountain for several miles and climbed to the peak of Zaoyuntian, which is high in the town. .

There are towering ancient trees here, and there are no pedestrian paths at all;

In the deep mountains, there is a faint temple bell coming from somewhere.

Listening to the flowing spring of dangerous rocks, I sobbed and choked gently;

The mountains are high and the forests are dense, and the shadow of the sun is not visible, and the cold air is still strong in the shade of pine trees.

The sun is getting late, and I stand by the empty clear pool.

It is like meditating, my body and mind are at peace, and all evil thoughts are empty.

Commentary:

This is a poem about traveling, mainly describing the scenery. The title is intended to describe the mountain temple, but it does not describe it from the front. Instead, it uses a profile of the environment to express the seclusion of the mountain temple. "Yunfeng", "ancient wood", "deep mountain", "dangerous stone", "green

pine" and "empty pond" are all related to the identity of the temple. Finally, when I saw that the deep pool was empty, I thought of what was said in the Nirvana Sutra

The violent poisonous dragon had been subdued, which meant that the monk's delusions of conspiracy had been subdued, and he realized the Zen principles again without realizing it. profound.

The whole poem does not mention the temple, but the temple is already in it. Wonderfully conceived and exquisitely crafted. "The sound of the spring swallows the dangerous stone, and the sun is cold and green

pine," which has been praised as a model of calligraphy for generations.