Bai Juyi's One Hundred and Thirty Rhymes of You Wuzhen Temple
In the autumn of the ninth year of Yuanhe, the moon of August was on its first quarter.
I visited Wuzhen Temple, which is located in Wangshun Mountain.
After walking four or five miles into the mountain, I first heard the gurgling water.
After leaving his carriage and horses, he set out to enter Lanxi Bay.
He holds a green bamboo stick in his hand and treads on the white stone beach with his feet.
It is strange that my ears and eyes are wide open, and I cannot hear the noise of the world.
Looking from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, I first doubted that it was unreachable.
Who knows there is a road in the middle, twisting and turning to the top of the rock.
After taking a breath, he rested under the flag pole and rested next to the stone niche.
The niche is more than ten feet long, and the door is unobstructed.
Looking down, no one can be seen, and the stone hair hangs down like a servant girl.
White bats appeared in surprise and flew like snow.
Looking back at the temple gate, you can see Zhu Xuan on the green cliff.
It is like opening up the mountain and placing a temple in it.
There is no flat ground at the entrance, the ground is narrow and the void is wide.
The rooms, corridors and terraces are as high as the peaks.
There is no soil in the rocks, and the trees are mostly thin and strong.
The roots are bouldering and long, with flexing insects and snakes.
The pine and osmanthus are in disorder, and the four seasons are lush.
The branches curl up and blow, the rhyme is like a string in the wind.
The sun and moon are opaque, and the green shade intersects with each other.
The sound of a quiet bird sounds like a chilling cicada.
The first time I rested in the guest pavilion, I didn’t have time to sit down.
It takes only a moment to open the door to the north, and thousands of miles of light suddenly become clear.
The rainbow is fluttering on the eaves, and the clouds are whirling around the building.
White rain in the red sun, cloudy and sunny in the same river.
The wild green grass and trees stretch the horizon to Qinyuan.
The Weishui River is not visible, and the Han Tomb is smaller than the fist.
But when I came here, I looked at the way and reflected the Zhulan.
Everyone who comes up the mountain can be seen from a distance.
In front of the pagoda, there are winds blowing from all four directions.
Luanhuan and Hufu are just golden and green.
Yunxi Kasyapa Buddha sat in nirvana here.
The iron bowl is still there, but the handwriting is still there.
The Jade Statue Hall opens to the west, with Bai Fusen standing shoulder to shoulder.
Take off your dusty clothes and pay homage to the ice and snow face.
The layer of frost is a cassock, and the hail is a garland.
The traces of ghosts who are forced to watch are not carved.
The first time I went to Guanyin Hall, I didn’t hear the sandalwood.
Take off your shoes when you go up the stairs, gather your feet and ascend to the pure feast.
There are six rows of jade mirrors and four seats covered with gold.
The night lights up on its own, without waiting for lamps and candles to burn.
The treasures hold their heads low to each other, wearing green coral flags.
The wind comes like heavenly music, and the sound of each other is Shanshan.
The white beads are dripping with dew and the red beads are dripping with blood.
Decorate the Buddha's bun and form a crown of seven treasures.
The two bottles of white glass look like the cold autumn water.
See the relics across the bottle, turning like golden elixirs.
Where does the jade flute come from? Heavenly beings give gifts to Gion.
Blowing like the sound of autumn cranes can summon immortals.
It is the time of autumn, March and May are full.
The treasure hall has three open doors, with the golden spirit in front of them.
The moon and the treasure shine at each other, and the crystal light competes for the beauty.
It makes one’s heart feel cold and one cannot sleep at night.
Looking for the Nanta Road at dawn, the bamboos are in disorder and the chandeliers are low.
There is no one in the forest, and cold butterflies are flying.
I don’t know the name of the mountain fruit, and I am separated from the road.
It is enough to cure hunger and fatigue. It tastes sweet and sour when picked.
Daonan Blue Valley God, Purple Umbrella and White Paper Money.
If there is flood or drought in the year, the order will be given to repair the Pingfan.
Because the land is pure, there is no meat or meat in the offering.
There are four or five dangerous stones stacked up, and they are both majestic and craggy.
What does the creator mean? They are piled on the east side of the rock.
It is cold and slippery with no trace of people, and the moss spots are like flower paper.
I come to the top to face the unpredictable abyss.
I was so dizzy that my limbs fell off and I didn’t dare to look down.
The wind comes from under the stone and blows away people.
The clothes are like feathers, spread out to fly.
There are three precarious peaks, and there are swords and swords on the peaks.
Often white clouds pass by, revealing the blue sky.
When the sun sets in the northwest, the sunset is red.
Thousands of miles away from the green screen, walking down Danshawan.
When the moon rises in the southeast, the night air is green.
On the bottom of a hundred-foot green pond, a golden plate is written.
The blue water is as blue as day and night.
It goes around the mountain, looking down like a green ring.
It may become a slow flow, or it may become a turbulent flow.
In the deepest part of Hongcheng, dragon saliva emerges.
Entering sideways, the overhang is particularly dangerous.
The mulberry trees step on the locust trees, and the apes drink from the streams.
The egrets burst out from the snow, and the red turtles are startled by the dancing brocade.
Take a rest to wash your hands and wash away the troubles in your body.
It penetrates both shallow and deep, and can illuminate the brain and liver.
But love is clear and bottomless, and desire is unknown.
The east cliff is full of strange rocks and is covered with blue and green tiles.
The hair is warm and moist on the outside, with yun and 玙璠 in it.
Bian He has been dead for a long time, and many good jade have been discarded.
Sometimes it shines with brilliance, and at night it connects with the stars and the moon.
The highest peak in the middle is supported by a sky-blue jade pole.
(Jiong Zuo for Rat) (Rat Order) If I can’t get up, how can I climb up?
There is a white lotus pond above, with plain flowers covering the clear waves.
Famous and unattainable, the place is unparalleled.
There is another piece of stone, as big as a square-foot brick.
Insert it on half the wall, and it hangs thousands of feet below.
There is a past teacher who sat in meditation without birth.
The number is a centering stone, passed down from generation to generation.
But when I went to visit the Immortal Temple, the vines and grass grew continuously.
I heard in the past that the Wang family’s son had emerged and ascended to Xuan.
To the west is the medicinal terrace, facing the Zhi Shu field.
It was a bright moonlit night, and I heard the words of Yellow Crane.
Returning to Hualong Hall, the two old men had spots on their temples.
When you want to see and listen to the Dharma, happily bow to the seal altar.
Returning to the spring cave, it transformed into a winding dragon.
There is a hole in the stone in front of the steps, and white smoke is coming from the rain.
There used to be monks who wrote sutras, their bodies were calm and their minds were focused.
Feeling that the pigeons are flying in a flock outside the clouds.
Come to add water to the inkstone and drink from the spring at the bottom of the rock.
Go back and forth three times a day, the season is long and you will not be disappointed.
He became a holy monk and his disciple was named Yang Nan.
Recite this lotus verse, and the number will be tens of billions.
When the body is broken, the mouth is not broken, and the root of the tongue is like a red lotus.
The skull is gone, but the stone letter still exists.
There are Wu paintings on the pink wall, and the brushwork is still fresh.
There are Chu calligraphy on the plain screen, and the ink is as green as freshly dried.
Spiritual realms and strange traces are everywhere.
I traveled for five days and nights, and still lingered when I wanted to return.
I am a native of the mountains, but I was led by the net of time by mistake.
Lead the officers to study, and push and pull the officers to serve the officials.
Not only was he appointed to the literary department, but he also admonished the officials.
It is useless to have a vegetarian meal if you are clumsy and straight at the wrong time.
This makes you feel ashamed, and you will often feel unhappy.
Without any intention, all the efforts are exhausted, and the body is still in shape.
Now that I have taken off the hairpin group, I feel free from worries.
When traveling in the mountains and rivers, you have to be indulgent and stubborn.
The wild rice breaks the fetters and walks without restraint.
When a pond fish is put into the sea, it will never be returned.
Wearing layman's clothes, holding the Nanhua Chapter.
I finally came to live in this mountain, forever grateful to the middle edge of the district.
I am now in my forties and will be free for the rest of my life.
If we take seventy installments, we still get thirty years. Su Shi's Huanxisha Tour to Qishui Qingquan Temple
"Huanxisha Tour to Qishui Qingquan Temple"
Author: Su Shi
Original text:
Tour Qishui Qingquan Temple,
The temple is adjacent to Lanxi River, which flows to the west.
The orchid buds at the foot of the mountain are soaked in the stream, and the sandy road among the pines is clear of mud.
The raindrops crow at dusk.
Who said there is no less in life? The water flowing in front of the door can still flow to the west!
Don’t sing like a yellow chicken with white hair.
Notes:
1. Huanxisha: the name of the word brand.
2. Qishui (q): County name, present-day Xishui County, Hubei Province.
3. Qingquan Temple: The name of the temple is located outside Qishui County.
4. Lin: close.
5. Soak: soak in water.
6. Zigui: Another name for the cuckoo; it is said that it was transformed by the soul of the ancient Shu emperor Du Yu, also known as Du Yu.
7. Short soaking stream: refers to the nascent orchid buds soaked in the stream water.
8. Xiaoxiao Muyu: Bai Juyi's own note in "Send to Yin Xielu": The lyrics of Wu Erniang's song in Jiangnan say that Xiaoxiao Muyu Lang does not return.
9. No more less: Can’t go back to boyhood
10. The water flowing in front of the door can still flow to the west: This sentence should be considered realistic. "Old Book of Tang", Volume 19, "Yixingzhuan" of Fangji, says that there was an old monk in Guoji Temple in Tiantai Mountain who was planning to make fortunes. He said: "The water in front of the door is flowing to the west, and the disciples are coming." The group went in to ask for business, but the fruit in front of the door flowed westward.
11. General Xiu: No.
12. Gray hair: refers to old age.
13. White Hair Sings Yellow Rooster: From Bai Juyi's "Drunk Song": Who knows how to make you understand the song? Listen to the singing of yellow rooster and the white sun. The yellow rooster crows to remind you of the dawn, and it disappears in the daytime to remind you of the new year. The yellow rooster announces the dawn every day, which means that time passes and life cannot last forever.
Translation:
The stream at the foot of the mountain is gurgling, and the orchids beside the stream have sprouted buds and spread in the stream. The gravel path lined with pines and cypresses has been washed away by the spring rain and is clean and free of mud. It was dusk, and the rhododendrons in the pine forest were singing in the drizzle.
Who says people can’t regain their youth? Look, the water in front of the door can still persist in turning eastward and flowing westward! Therefore, even in old age, one should not have the kind of decadent mentality that laments the passage of time and the loss of beauty.
Appreciation:
Dongpo is open-minded and good at adapting to circumstances. Because of the so-called satirical language in his poems, he was imprisoned by Luo Zhi. After the Wutai Poetry Case, he was demoted to Huangzhou in February of 1080 AD (the third year of Yuanfeng). Although I also recited uneasy verses like "The true flavor of drinking becomes stronger with age, and it's scary to wake up with raving while drunk" ("Residence in Dinghuiyuan Occasionally Comes Out on a Moonlit Night"), but after settling down in life, the help of the woodcutter Ye Lao, relatives and friends The concern from the past, the courtesy from the governor of the state and county, and the attraction of the mountains and rivers prompted him to push aside the gloom in front of him and open his heart to a bright and cheerful place. This optimistic song of life calling for youth must have been sung in this mood.
The upper column describes the elegant scenery and environment of Lanxi in late spring in March. The scenery is naturally bright, elegant and beautiful; the lower column expresses exciting discussions, using metaphors from the scene to express feelings about life and enlighten people's minds. The whole poem is expressive of the scene, and the scene is described purely in white, delicate and elegant; the expression is high-spirited and full of philosophy. The whole poem treats the changes in life with an optimistic attitude and writes about the joyful mood attracted by the local mountains and rivers. The words are simple in meaning and profound in meaning, the scenes are blended together, and the rhyme is clear and elegant, showing Su Shi's persistent attitude towards life and broad-minded and optimistic character.
The last three sentences describe the elegant scenery and environment of Qingquan Temple. The stream is gurgling at the foot of the mountain, and the orchid grass on the bank has just sprouted delicate buds. The sandy road among the pine forests seems to have been washed by a clear spring, spotless and extremely clean. It was drizzling in the evening, and the cuckoo's call came from outside the temple. This painterly scene has washed away the turmoil of officialdom, without the hustle and bustle of the city. It is beautiful, clean, unrestrained and full of poetic interest and the vitality of spring. It refreshes the ears and eyes, refreshes the heart and mind, and induces the poet's feelings of loving nature and persevering in life.
The environment inspires and inspires. So the poet made an exciting discussion in the lower palace. This kind of discussion is not abstract or conceptual, but uses metaphors from the scene to describe philosophies about life in emotive language. Whoever said a few sentences evoked it with a rhetorical question: he answered with a metaphor. Life is long and hates the east. Time is like water that never stops day and night, rushing eastward in a hurry and never to be returned. Youth is only once for people. As the ancients said: Flowers bloom again, and people never have less time. This is an irresistible law of nature. However, in a sense, people cannot grow stronger as they grow older, and the spirit of continuous self-improvement can often glow with the brilliance of youth. Therefore, the poet made an exciting discussion: Who said that there is no less in life? The water flowing in front of the door can still flow to the west!
People often use white hair and yellow roosters to describe the rush of things in the world, the rush of prosperity, and the sad moan of decline. Bai Juyi once sang in "Drunk Song": Who knows how to make you understand the song? He only listens to the yellow chicken and the white sun. The yellow rooster crows to remind you of the dawn, and it disappears in the daytime to remind you of the new year. The red ribbon around her waist is not yet stable, and her beauty is gone in the mirror. Du Fu also used Lotte poetry, and recited the line "Try to call out the spontaneous feelings of autumn people, and make people sing the song of yellow chicken to wake up the dawn." Here the author uses it contrary to his intention, hoping that people will not sigh about hurting themselves and aging. Who said there is no less in life? Stop singing yellow chicken with gray hair! This is the same as the saying in another song "Huanxisha" that one should not sing yellow chickens and have white hair. It should be said that this is a declaration of resistance to aging, a yearning and pursuit of life and the future, and a call for youthful vitality. In his relegated life, he was able to turn away from the low tone of regretting his old age and sing such inspiring songs for self-improvement. This reflects Su Shi's love for life and broad-minded and optimistic character. Poems of Hanshan Temple
Poems of Hanshan Temple
1. "Ode to Hanshan Temple"
Passing to Hanshan Temple,
Biao Lun Rolling wheat dust.
The peak of words is startling and the moon is setting,
The bell pole is pounding the frost.
The crow crows for a long time in the night,
The Japanese chicken sings a new song.
On the Jiangfeng Bridge,
Lan Ying was patrolling.
2. "Hanshan Temple"
Hey, that boy,
Ah, ah,
You disturbed my sweet dream ,
Makes me listless,
Yawning again and again.
Look back.
Hanshan, Hanshan, is Hanshan.
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Hanshan Temple's heart trembled,
Oh, it turns out the bells are so nice.
3. "Hanshan Temple, the Eternal Bells"
During the day
Hanshan Temple is crowded with people
Is it just for one A lost dream
Looking at Hanshan Temple from a distance with eyes closed in the dense forest
Maybe a hint of helplessness
A sigh full of noise
Who Able to hear
Night
Standing by the water in late autumn
Listening to the wind blowing across the water
The dancing leaves
The birds have all fallen asleep
The lotus leaves open the small umbrellas at night
Waiting for the arrival of the frog prince
A few stars shine in the sky
Blinking with curious eyes
Is that an expectation?
Reviewed thousands of times in dreams
Boundless fantasy
The bells of Hanshan Temple
With long-lasting expectations
Coming from ancient times
I want to catch fire
Set the river surface on fire
One pair of eyes filled the entire water surface with sadness
How many past events drifted away in the sound of the bell
Walking away leisurely
Only The bells of Hanshan Temple
still echo in my ears
Tonight
Let me stand quietly by the river
With the sound of the bells Remembering the ancients
4. "Visit to Hanshan Temple"
Beside the Maple Bridge, looking for the passenger ship in my heart,
But I only saw Maple Bridge, flowing water, and Hanshan Mountain .
The sound of bells in the morning wind still sounds like a thousand years old,
The moon has set and it is difficult to find the crow of the crow again.
I have searched all along the river and upstream, but still no crooked black-awned boat.
Are all the good wishes,
can only be realized with the sound of the New Year’s bell,
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Enter the New Year with the bells,
Wishes with the thousand-year bells,
Let everyone find it,
The passenger ship in my heart.
5. "Guanhanshan Temple"
I walked forward anxiously with a pious and kind heart
Questioning the great enlightenment isolated by smoke and dust
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A small boat in Maple Bridge is moored at night
The sound of the bell is long and lingering
The eaves are placed on the ridge
The dragon interior is decorated
The moon is setting, the crows are crying, and the sky is filled with frost
Wonderful profit The Puming Pagoda Courtyard towers over the world
6. "Crossing the Hanshan Temple"
A good poem invites me to pay my respects to the Hanshan Mountain,
The thick green cypress trees welcome guests to sleep.
The taste of elegance is no longer there.
When you hear the bell, you need to buy money first.
7. "Crossing the Hanshan Temple"
A poem that is full of emotions,
a poem that will remain famous throughout the ages.
The name will go down in history forever,
A rotten tree doesn’t know what your heart is. A Hundred Rhymes of a Dream-Wandering in Spring Poetry
Xijun sleep-walked in spring, a song about dreaming in a fairyland. It's as if I've encountered something, and I feel like I'm enjoying my life's desires.
In search of calamus water, I gradually entered the Peach Blossom Valley. When I arrived at Yihonglou's house, I couldn't see enough love.
The pond flows through the clear water, and the grass is tender and green. The door willows are dark and low, and the cherry blossoms on the eaves are half-ripe red.
Change to the deep courtyard and pass through many houses. The black dragon lies down without being frightened, while the bluebird flies towards each other.
Gradually I heard the sound of jade pendants, and I began to distinguish beads and shoes. I saw someone under the window in the distance, Pingting was fifteen or sixteen.
The rays of light embrace the bright moon, and the lotus blooms at the dawn of time. The misty clouds and rain are fairy-like, and the atmosphere is filled with the fragrance of orchids and musk deer.
The wind is thin and the grooming is thin, but the time is wide and the makeup is wide. The sleeves are soft with different styles of damask, and the train is light with single silk damask.
The waist of the skirt is pressed with silver thread, and the palms of the comb are knitted in gold baskets. Purple grapevine with rhizome, red dianthus with hakama flowers.
He was speechless and looked at each other slightly. The eyebrows are narrowed and the distant mountains are green, and the servant girl is low and the clouds are green.
The jade belt is held in the tent, and the mandarin duck jacket is untied. The beauty is as beautiful as a meal, and the flowers are as beautiful as a cup.
A half-rolled brocade mat with an embroidered waist mattress spread diagonally. The vermilion lips are even and the lips are pink and red.
It is easy to fall asleep when the heart is frightened, but it is difficult to continue the dream. The cage is a solitary bird, and the sword is divided into two branches.
I have feelings during the period of sincerity, and I vow to be honest and unfailing. In the spring of 1989 and 1989 in Jingluo, I never stayed in the flowers.
If a man in his prime abandons himself, there will be no chance of a good meeting. Luan songs are not heard again, and Feng Zhao is divined from here.
The daughter of the Wei family is noble, and the nephew of the Pei family is virtuous. There is a lantern on the fan, and an embroidered hub on the saddle.
Not only did he admire the appearance of the country in the south, but he also opened up the east side of the bed. Liu Ruan's heart gradually forgot, and Pan Yang's feelings became harmonious.
Newly admitted to the post of Xin, first served as minister of finance.
There are nine sages and eight treasures, water and land.
The Qin family valued Xiao Shi, and Yan Fu took pity on Uncle Wei. A single plate of delicacies is served in the morning, and a hundred dendrobiums are poured out for the mash at night.
The relatives and guests are prosperous, and the prostitutes are happy. Only when you are hungover can you relax, and you will sleep on your pillow during the morning.
Having experienced the struggle between gentlemen, the general is very cool. The partridges are singing drunkenly and dancing wildly.
The moon is flowing, the spring night is short, and the sun is setting quickly in autumn. Xie Fu's gap has passed, and Xiao Niang has passed the candle.
All the sycamore flowers are withered and broken, and the sycamore trees are half dead and bald. The dark mirror faces the lonely bird, but the sad string leaves the widow alone.
The desolation appears in the dark, and the cold gradually moves away. Everything comes to an end at this time, and where can one redeem oneself?
Support the younger children and lead the old in-laws. Entering Zhumenxing again, I cried next to a brothel.
There are no stables for horses in the sky, and there are no ducks in the pond when the water dries up. The abandoned well has been shaken down, and the chrysanthemums on the fence are desolate.
There are several pavilions on the berry moss, and piano buildings are born from the dust. The dancing pavilions are decorated with octopuses, and the singing beams gather bats.
Marry a concubine who gets dividends and sell her as a slave. The guests are wandering in their thoughts, and the family members are weeping.
The mood is desolate, and the official order is still rigid. Huaice entered Weihan and drove to say goodbye to Jiaxuan.
When the time comes, it is time to think about it, and gather together to study and think about big animals. Look closely at the official 筮瓮, and polish the Yang arrowhead through it.
He started from the school, and he was the first to be a virtuous person. Once he was a servant of Yao Chi, he was promoted to Yu embroidered clothes.
I swear to reward the king's favor and wish to make the court submissive. Don't write seals if you keep secrets, and do the constitutional documents during the Qingming Festival.
When Ying Kun is suffering from illness, his horns should be touched by evil. The Eastern Zhou Dynasty was quieted by correcting mistakes, and the Southern Shu was moved by redressing grievances.
To slander the temple with threatening words is to express disobedience. I can't bear to make a hook out of music, but I can break it into jade.
Know your heart without shame and fear, and speak out without slander. As long as you understand right and wrong, there will be no danger of misfortune or good fortune.
The car destroyed Taihang Road, and the sword fell into Fengcheng Prison. Xianghan asked about repairing the road, Jingman pointed out the special customs.
He was relegated to Jiangfu and sent to Jingzhou as a pastor. I tend to go to pay homage to the building, and I look at the whip in a noisy way.
The books are always collected by oneself, and the prisoner is personally carried out every time. I sat in the official position for a long time, and took a rest in the desert for ten days.
The house is deserted, the palace is covered with grass, the horse is thin and the fields are filled with millet. The salary is as small as a millimeter, and the official position is the same as the shackles.
In the middle of the moon, shadows are reflected, and in the sky, there are no traces of flesh and blood. Cranes are sick and have droopy wings and feathers, and beasts are poor and have shrunken claws and teeth.
The beard is white, who advises the cup to be green. When Dayelin was injured, he ordered to ask Changsha Song.
Xiamei Mountain is stained by rain, and the autumn miasma is poisonous by clouds. The Bashui River is white and the Chushan Mountains are green.
Yin Jun's Seventy Rhymes is my heart's desire. Now that you have gone, don't pursue him. You will be lucky to come forward in the future.
If you want to get rid of worries and illnesses, you should read Zen scriptures. You must realize that everything is empty, and there is no order to think about it.
Please think about your spring dream, why is this dream fleeting? The bright color is the empty flower, and the floating life is the scorched valley.
A good marriage comes from a happy couple, but a moment can lead to independence. If you want to be an official, you will be honored, but it will turn into disgrace in a moment.
At the beginning of separation, there is joy and sorrow. The sorrow and hatred last for a long time, and the joy and glory are fleeting.
Awakening is due to metaphor, and obsession is due to the authorities. The bright ointment lures the dark moth, and the bright sun rushes to the foolish deer.
Greed is the colony of suffering, love is the foothills of the forest of sorrow. The water is swaying without clear waves, and reincarnation, death, and life are radiating.
The dust needs to be sprinkled with nectar, and the dirt needs to be bathed in god. Obstacles need to be burned with the lamp of wisdom, and demons need to be killed with the sword of wisdom.
It is easy to get infected externally, and it is difficult to get bleeding when internally. The Dharma and the King of Hearts will come back three times a day.