Changjian
On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.
My road twists and turns, through a valley covered by branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.
Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.
There is silence here except for the bell.
Night tour of Chengtian Temple
Su Shi
On the night of 20061October 12, Yuan Feng undressed and went to sleep, entered the house in the moonlight and set off happily. Those happy people who got nothing went to Chengtian Temple, looking for Zhang Huaimin, staying up late with people and strolling in the atrium.
The courtyard is as empty as water, and the water is covered with bamboo and cypress.
Where there is no moon at night, there are no pines and cypresses, but there are few idle people like us.
I don't know the way to Duixiang Temple. Under the mountains and clouds for several miles, I walked in the ancient Woods where no one was there, but now I hear a bell, Wang Wei, passing through Ji Xiang Temple at a height.
Castle peak is fortunate to bury loyal bones, while white iron casts innocent courtiers.
In April, the beauty of the world is exhausted, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are blooming. Bai Juyi's Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple
Lu Qing Top of Hanshan Temple
Temple buildings are directly adjacent to mountains, and the land of plenty is in the southeast of Tianjin.
A poet who only cherishes the interests of teeth and the market, but can't smell the sense of fishing fire.
There is no such thing as returning from a trip. It should be true to ask Lao Hanyan.
When the bell rang in the clear night, several people had their own dreams.
Hanshan Temple Wang Ming Xi Deng
On the west side of the ancient temple, there are green hills everywhere.
Stone dragons don't make rain, but river finches still sing the wind.
It is difficult to determine whether the city is close to the monk, and the flowers are not red in spring.
Candles flow outside the door and the dust is dark.
Qi sent Hanshan Temple to bid farewell.
Fengqiao looks at the blue mountains in the west, and the temple covers the Han River alone.
The clock in the boat urges the walker to get up, and the lamp in the tower shines on the monk to return.
Fishing should be lonely, the official road is rustling and the leaves are sparse.
Be sure to stop outside Gusu City to see off the princess's singing season.
Ye Bo Qiaofengwang Hanshan Temple
Night fire with loneliness, ten years dream of Qiao Feng.
Didn't see Wang Sili, Qing Kuang came to Hanshan Temple to ask about the tide.
Hanshan Temple
Wujiang River roared, maple leaves fell, and Bishan Ancient Temple enjoyed itself.
The cold bird went down to the rock side tower, and the residual photos showed the monk pine outside the road.
There is no vulgar rhyme in the empty gaozhai, but there is a hint of Maitreya and a strong wind.
The ship is far away in the cold wave, and the dream should have the taste of midnight.
Night parking near Fengqiao Zhangji
Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing and sleeping,
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
2. The poem a night-mooring near maple bridge is related to temples.
Ji Zhang
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Lanting, Yu Miao, today's ancient road. Clear the frost overnight and dye all the trees by the lake. Nautilus cup is deep, you can't tell me where he met it.
Ran Ran's time will not last long. After all, Zhu Yan in the mirror will slowly disappear. Ding Ningjun remembers that immortals must be made by idle people.
-Lu you
Visit Tianzhu Temple with my nephew, Hangzhou Ci Shi.
Tang author: Li Bai
Ling Pengqiu hangs a banquet, and Zhang Lou watches Tao Xie. Three mountains move and prosper, and five horses roam together.
Tianzhu sen is in sight, and the autumn wind is rustling. Looking at the clouds and measuring changes, the water is poor and quiet.
The mountains are separated by the open sea, and Xuan wrote that he would return to the stream. Poetic into Ao Yun proud moon, full of interest in the five continents.
Yong he le Jing kou Gu Bei Guan nostalgia Xin qiji
It is difficult to find a hero like Sun Quan after the history of the country. The dance floor was still there, but the heroes had already gone with the passage of time. The setting sun shines on the grassland covered with grass and trees. People say that this was once the place where Emperor Wu of Song lived. Looking back, how powerful he was when he led the Northern Expedition and recovered lost ground!
However, Li Liu Yi Long, the son of Liu Wang Yilong, was a great success and made a swift northern expedition. Instead, he made the Northern Wei Emperor Wu Tuoba fly south and returned to the north bank of the Yangtze River, which was severely hit by his opponent. I have been back to the south for forty-three years, and I still remember the war scenes in Yangzhou. Looking back, there was a crow club drum under the beaver temple. Who can ask: Lian Po is too old to eat?
Through the temple of Ji Xiang.
Wang Wei
I don't know where Ji Xiang Temple is, so I climbed several miles into the clouds and peaks.
Ancient trees are towering, but there are no pedestrian paths, and there are bells in the mountains in the temple.
The spring water in the mountains hits the dangerous rocks, and the sun in the pine forest is cold.
In the evening, come to the empty pool and meditate quietly to suppress the dragon.
Pass by Tan Xing Ren Shang's concept of good karma.
Wang Wei
Hold a bamboo stick at dusk and wait for the tiger.
Urge guests to listen to the sound of mountains and go back to the house to chase water.
Wildflowers are blooming well, and valley birds are whispering.
Sitting in an empty forest (a village) at night is silent, and the breeze is as straight as the autumn wind.
Please tell me some poems about temples. I don't know how to get to Duixiang Temple. I wander under the mountain clouds for miles. Ancient trees are towering, but there are no pedestrian paths, and there are bells in the mountains in the temple. Wang Wei's Crossing Ji Xiang Temple
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed. Bai Juyi's Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple
A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers. Chang Jian's Zen Forest after Broken Mountain Temple
In the evening, the bell of the temple echoed in the valley, and a noisy voice sounded at Yulu Ferry. Meng Haoran's "Deer Gate Night Song"
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. Zhangji is a night berth near Fengqiao.
The gloomy painting axis Lin Temple is littered with chess shuttlecocks. Lin Bu's "Gushan Temple Ruishang Room Writing Hope"
Sitting in Shixi, looking for flowers around the temple. Bai Juyi's love hall