What are the poems that praise the stone?

1, lime lyrics

Ming dynasty:? Yu Qian

It can only be extracted from the deep mountains after being struck by thousands of hammers. It regards the burning of the burning fire as a very common thing.

I'm not afraid of fractures. I want to leave my innocence in the world.

Stones mined from the deep mountains after thousands of chisels have regarded the burning of blazing fire as a very common thing. Even if it is smashed into pieces, it is not afraid, as long as the noble moral integrity stays in the world.

2. Bamboo stone

Qing dynasty:? Zheng Xie

Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks.

After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.

Standing in the depths of the green hills, I never relax. My roots are deeply rooted in the rocks. After countless hardships and blows, you are still strong, let you blow east and west, let you blow north and south. ?

3. Taihu stone

Tang dynasty:? Bai Juyi

Smoke is green and autumn, waves are eternal.

Cut it into sapphire slices and cut off the roots of Biyun. ?

The atmosphere passes through the rock tip, and the moss protects the cave door.

These three peaks are very small and should be Sun Huashan.

Yanyu has three autumn colors and ancient waves. Cut into sapphire slices and cut Qingyun. The wind blew through the cave and the door of the cave was protected by moss. These three peaks are very small and should be the sun of Huashan Mountain.

4. "The Stone of Song Dynasty and the Draft of Monk. The first part "

Song dynasty:? Shi yinsu

Stone monk Cao An sang, I wonder if the participants are alive.

Don't put Mowabi three inches away from the hook.

Translation:

Stone, monk, thatched cottage, singing. Never let Mowabi fall off a three-inch wide hook.

5. The Story of the Stone Song of Monks and Caoan

Song dynasty:? Shi yinsu

There are no babies in my grass temple. Who knows when the sun blows?

Just because poor children don't go home, it's a bit strange to come out.

Translation:

I have no treasure in the cave. I was robbed today. Who will accompany me? Just because I am poor, I won't go home.