I see how charming Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to look at me like this.
Rain and wet clothes are invisible, idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silence.
Feather drunk me, the first floor of the romantic tube sank into the lake.
I don't know who I am when I'm drunk. I am not a crane in Feiyun.
Birds sing in the empty mountains, and people live with white clouds. The gurgling spring is in my heart, and the fish are playing in the deep pool. The wind blows the mountains and the moon moves. The world of mortals gathers and scatters like a dream, and is deeply sad.
The heart is always as comfortable as white clouds, and everything has the meaning of running water.
Ask rain what is loneliness? Listen to the sound outside the window. Clouds are light, and lewdness is harder to find.
Nanqi is my favorite, while Dongpo loves bamboo.
The clouds and water are gone, and the heavens and the earth are empty.
It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to be blown into the north wind.
The water is long and clear, and the snow window is high and the clouds are flat.
Romantic heartless people secretly change, and the old tour is like a dream.
The flower branches near the water back to the embankment also shine on the Qingjiang River and silt.
What are bitter dreams and troubles? All the old things are self-disturbing.
Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain, you never tire of looking at each other.
White stone in the west of Beijing, cold and fine red leaves. There is no rain on the mountain road and the air is green and wet.
2. "If life is just like the first sight, the past has gradually drifted away." Where did it come from? Actually, this is a modern poem. Of course, it originally originated from the word "Yulanling, Antique, Decisive Word" written by Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty. What you are talking about now is the modern poem "Life is just like seeing the first time". The full text is as follows: that turn, that look back, or that pass by again and again turned out to be an unexplained encounter, and then the encounter was defined as fate, so the strangeness became the moment when the other party became a glimpse in the crowd. If this moment is accidental, it is an inevitable encounter, always unexpected, like meeting for the first time, never knowing each other, missing each other in a turn, looking back or watching. The fact that I first saw the silhouette has changed. Suddenly, the past drifted away. The title page of the mood diary is covered with bits and pieces of ink. Once cherished each other, once hoped to know each other, and finally ended because of drifting away and fading away. Maybe we are disappointed because we are no longer beautiful. If we meet for the first time, we may still be honest and beautiful, so we are afraid to meet. Because after meeting, we can't return to the original expectation of life, and everything has dissipated in one place after another. Just like how wonderful it would be to meet at the beginning ... so everyone is no longer just looking forward to meeting for the first time, so sadness will come as scheduled. If life is only like seeing the past for the first time, it will be deja vu, just like the night when Hongfeng was caught in the diary. Although it has already dried, it still remains its original fragrance, faint and slow, and it is not easy to detect. Only a slight breath at hand can touch its keen nerves. If you see it, you may not touch it. If you just see it for the first time, you may not meet it. If you just see it for the first time, you may not say "depression is over." However, if you only see it for the first time, it will not be beautiful for the first time.
3. Poetry about meditation 1. Meditation does not use mountains and rivers, and the heart is cold.
2. Birds are not surprised when they wear clouds, but the sand and water are still clear. Make him as noisy as the world, make him famous.
3. I brush my teeth with water from a cold well, and clean my mind while brushing my clothes. Lift the Buddhist scriptures leisurely, stroll out of Dongzhai, and recite aloud. -Liu Zongyuan's "Ban Chao Teachers College Morning Reading Zen Sutra"
4. The bamboo whispers that the laundry girl returns, and the lotus leaves lie in front of the fishing boat. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. -Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains
5, building a house is under human conditions, there are no horses and chariots. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. -Tao Yuanming's "Building a House by Drinking in a Humanistic Environment"
6, not indifferent, unclear, not quiet, not far away. -Zhuge Liang
7, peace of mind, and no ancient and modern. -Bai Juyi's Night Boat Helps Qin.
8. When you are sick, you will be quiet and have no thoughts. When you are old, you will be idle. -Bai Juyi's Ramadan.
9. The stone room is quiet and the ice pool is full of shadows. -Jia Dao's "Send White Pavilion to Mo Gong"
10, Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not a stage. There was nothing, so there was no dust.
1 1, under the east fence of chrysanthemum picking, leisurely see Nanshan. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. -Tao Yuanming's "Building a House by Drinking in a Humanistic Environment"
12, the sky is high, the clouds are pale and the moon is white, and seagulls know when it is calm-Li Bai's "One of the Supplementary Records of Hanyang"
13, the world has forgotten the true source of this teaching, the person chased by the world. -Liu Zongyuan's "Ban Chao Teachers College Morning Reading Zen Sutra"
14, Guan Cao said he was quiet and reclusive. -Bai Juyi's To Wu Dan
4. Poems related to meditation Tao Yuanming's "Drinking builds a house in a humanistic environment"
Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.
Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Leisure 2 spring break, and you are here, oh my friend's prince? .
Liu Zongyuan studied Zen in Ban Chao Normal University in the morning.
Swallow cool well water to rinse your mouth, clean your heart, and then brush away the dust. Lift the Buddhist scriptures leisurely, stroll out of Dongzhai, and recite aloud. The true meaning of Buddhist scriptures is not understood, but it pursues absurdity for the people.
The essence of Buddhism and Confucianism is also expected to coincide, but I am not good at practicing nature. Taoist temple is so quiet, green and fresh moss is connected with the depths of bamboo forest. Now, the sun rises from mist and fog, and pine trees seem to be bathed in new sunshine.
5. Poems describing indifference are listed as follows:
1, the world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy for rain to send flowers at dusk. -A talented woman in the Southern Song Dynasty, Lu You's cousin Tang Wan's Hairpin Phoenix.
Analysis: the world is cold, human feelings are weak, and the sunset glow urges flowers to fall.
2, the world is bustling, all for profit; All the soils in the world are beneficial. -Biography of Historical Records and Huo Zhi by Sima Qian, a historian, thinker and writer of the Western Han Dynasty.
Analysis: it means that people all over the world are busy, but they are all for their own interests. People all over the world are scrambling to take it away, just for fame and vanity. This sentence almost sums up everyone's life.
3, human feelings are weak, and the world is indifferent, which will only add icing on the cake. Who wants to send charcoal in the snow! -Li Yu, a writer and dramatist in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, was a legend in Italy and China.
Analysis: The whole world loves icing on the cake, man, but who wants to reach out and be the one who helps others in time when they are in danger?
How beautiful she is, how quietly she leans against the pearly window sash, and how troubled her brow is! . I only saw her tears wet her cheeks, and I don't know if she hates herself or herself. -Tang Li Bai's "Complaint"
5, the line has flown back to the border, and the year is lonely. In the rain, you cry for your lost partner, you want to live, but you are hesitant and afraid that you can't get down the Han and Tang Dynasties. Deep and dark Zhu Yun, along the wall towards the cold moon. Although you may not be subject to the plot and ruin the funeral of your life, it is just the loss of the group flying, after all, the fear of panic. -Cui Tu's Lonely Goose in the Late Tang Dynasty
6, the blue sky is cold and the geese are sparse, and the idle wangjiang thinks more. After the lotus leaves in the autumn pavilion, the wild hedge falls at the beginning of tofu pudding. Don't worry about immortality, you can forget the history books when you are sick. -Li Ying, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty, "Watching the River Pavilion at Night"
The south is a wilderness, because leaves are falling, and the wind from the north makes the water cold. My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away. -Meng Haoran, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "Pregnant with the Early Cold River"
8. At the age of five, Jinhe recovered and lived with Ma Ce and Dao Huan. In the late spring when it snows heavily, the Great Wall, a journey across the Yellow River and around Montenegro. -Liu Tang Dynasty frontier poet "Complaining about People"
I couldn't stop singing last night. It's already midnight. Stand up and walk around the steps alone. When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain. -"Xiao Zhongshan" by Yue Fei, a famous anti-gold star and national hero in the Southern Song Dynasty.
10, leaning on the empty high threshold, cold and dust-free, the past idle dreams are about to be divided. After first frost, you should see emerald green, and the cold sound in the middle of the month tends to smell. The crying ape wants to bring the rain from Cangshan Mountain to He Ying and Zifuyun. -Tang Jiangnan poet, Han Gai's song.
Similar verse:
On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off.
The dream on the roof is five minutes old, and it rains in March at the end of the flower. Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands.
Human feelings are as thin as paper and things are as new as chess. The poor don't ask in the mountains, and the rich have distant relatives in the mountains.
reference data
Describe a poem that sees through human feelings and takes it lightly. Jiangxi Information Network [citation time 20 18-5- 13]
6. About friendship, the poem about the backbone is about friendship: (1) The lonely sail is far away from the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. (2) I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. (3) Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. However, as long as China keeps our friendship and Heaven is our neighbor. Oh, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you. The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? ? (7) Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain. Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered. After drinking a bottle of wine, I will leave Meng Han tonight. Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint.
About backbone: since ancient times, sages have been poor, not to mention our generation is lonely and straightforward. Bao Zhao's "It's Hard to Go" (Northern and Southern Dynasties)
Forget the national disaster at the risk of life, and suddenly feel life and death. (reflection, Wei) Cao Zhi's White Horse
See the minister's day in times of crisis, there is chaos in the world, and a loyal person. (Southern and Northern Dynasties) Bao Zhao's "Journey to the North from the Collection"
Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history. (Song) Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Zero Ding Yang"
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. (Qing) Zheng Xie used "Zhu Shi"
Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face! (Tang) Li Bai's Dream of Climbing Mount Tianmu
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! (Tang) Wang Changling's "Lotus Inn and Xin Qiji"
Don't be afraid of being smashed to pieces, leaving innocence in the world. (Ming) Yu Qian's Ode to a Lime
You hide thousands of books in your arms. You hold your head high and never bow your head. (Tang) Farewell, My Friend Chen.
7. The poem about forgetting Sichuan, if it is an ancient poem, there is nothing on Naihe Bridge. There is no right or wrong before the Sanshengshi, and there must be Meng Po at Wangxiangtai. On the other side of bloom, the maple leaves are slanting, the river is sad, and the eyes are slowly turning blue.
Lingcangbo on the bank of Santu River is like a smoke of pearls, but it is memorable without leaves. Wandering around, the world moves, the flames are soaring, and good dreams follow the grave.
The lights are dim, and the moon is full of nonsense, but my heart is frozen. Naihe Bridge is forgotten-three steps across Naihe Bridge, knowing whether you are good or evil; Walk through the golden and silver roads in one breath, give you blessings and make a fortune; Copper snakes and iron dogs compete for food, and Naihe will never have a way out. Looking forward to the afterlife-past life, this life! Forget past lives, forget this life.
Looking at my hometown, I feel homesick-also known as "homesick ridge", I don't eat fireworks in one day, but I cross the boundary of yin and yang in two days; Three days after arriving at Wangxiangtai, I saw my relatives crying and mourning.
Forgetting that the river was too long, he searched in the green void and the yellow spring, but he didn't find the person he was looking for in either place. There is no distinction between young and old on the way to the grave, so why haggle over every ounce? I hope the stone will come out and become a hero's grave. This feeling is indestructible.
The second rock is broken, the wedding bridge is ferried, and the mandarin ducks fly together. The third piece of jade burned, vowing to keep Jin Yumeng alive and die together.
Flowers on the other side of the river paved the way with fire. Chuanjiang saw Naihe Bridge on it. He looked for green void and yellow spring water below, but he didn't find the person he was looking for in either place. Forget the river in Sichuan, forget the river in Sichuan and look at the people by the river. Forget the boulder in the river, Puwei grows on the edge of the rock. My concubine is in wangjiang day and night, and there is no news every day. I still remember that new reeds were born in spring, and my heart was glad to be near the rocks. Puwei, as firm as a rock, has been inseparable for thousands of years. The wind is swaying slightly, and the vast water is still. But we all know each other, and every time there is a good scene. When the summer rain came, the boulder was buried. Puweiqin, the mud is gone. It rained and blew until frogs croaked at night, shaking Gillian's heart. Autumn wind gradually rises, reeds gradually get old, and she will be exhausted all her life. If I don't blame Jun Jun for me, my heart will dry up. This heart will be thrown into the water, so don't ask after that. Spring is scattered, and tears fall into the water. From then on, the river will become clear, and I don't see anyone who has forgotten it. The sky were to fall, and I was in tears. I am obsessed with forgetting Sichuan without words, and tears become water. I still remember that when I left, the new reed was tough, and when I came back, I left a blank stone. Pu Wei knew that the stone was negative, but she didn't know that the reed root had entered the stone heart. Reed roots enter the stone heart, and reeds remove boulders. The wind destroyed the rain storm, the water flowed fast, and the sun and the moon were forced to boil outside. When the crying stopped, the horn sounded. The listener turned thoughtfully, so a short song recorded this sound: Advise you to forget the Sichuan water and only look at the clear water, while Mo Wen is the other side. I advise you not to forget Chuanshui. Clear water begins with tears. The sun and the moon change for each other, and people hold hands on the river. Liu Lang went to Gillian for a temporary stay, but forgot to look at you on the Chuanjiang River. Unfortunately, there are no bones on the river, which is still a pity.
Naihe Bridge has a long way to go, one step at a time; Forgetting Chuanjiang a thousand years ago, people don't know what to do. In the light and paddle sound, it is still cold, and the water is still cold.
In the dream, the bamboo and silk sang softly, and the outsiders were outside the mountain, and the mountain was not returned. Looking back, the piano player is in tears, the flowers are rustling all over his shoulders, the flute is cold, the window shadows are dancing, and the smoke and waves are loud. Where is Jiangnan? Look at the three lives on the stone, and the flowing water is horizontal every year.
He used to be a fairy, but he just followed the river without trace. Don't come to countless mountains in the spring, there is water in the spring.
The rivers and mountains are hard to comfort me, and the spring moon is boundless and graceful. I looked at the distant mountains for Fang Fei, but I couldn't see them clearly.
After chasing the light and worrying about spring, I was homesick for a moment. The sun is nameless, and the soul is so light and sweaty.
Autumn wind came, the leaves fell, and the autumn wind killed a desert. Don't say that the red leaves are lovesick, and countless lovesick words are hard to carry.
Thinking about the flying snow seems to be waiting, and no one picks it. Cangshan is poor and deep, silent and unintentional.
It is not easy to die after death, especially in the spring breeze. There are three lives on a stone, and what is under it is not returned every year? Flowers bloom on the other side, crying alone, and gorgeous people don't return.
At the end of the world, who will read? Yellow eyes all the way. Fallen leaves come from the roots, flowers bloom alone, and they are reborn from generation to generation. Flowers and fallen leaves are sad and empty.
Don't lament that the human soul is desolate, how can you know that life and death are far apart! The flowers on the other side of the seven wonders don't meet, and blood is lost in the reincarnation of the world. It's hard to see the leaves when you see the flowers.
The deceased held hands all the way. Others: The Buddha said that the Sanskrit Paramita clouds go to the other shore to explain the meaning, and they are born, sick and dead, ups and downs like water, and there are waves, that is, they will not live or die if they leave this shore. This is called the realm of life and death on the other shore, and this is called the realm of life and death on the other side of Nirvana. Buddha said that there is no life, no death, no sorrow, no desire and no desire on the other side. It is a world that forgets all the joys and sorrows, and there are flowers beyond the three realms that are not born in the five elements. The Buddha said that they are flowers, and other bloom has no leaves, and leaves grow without flowers; Miss each other but can't meet each other, alone on the other side.