1.27 ancient poems describing temples in the mountains
Chang Jian of the Tang Dynasty "Inscribed on the Zen Temple Behind Poshan Temple" Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sunshine shines on the high forest.
The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees. The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart.
All sounds are silent, except for the sound of bells and chimes. Qilu Temple Ode Ringing bells and incense cauldrons surround the world of mortals, worshiping who comes to wake up.
Encountering evil spirits when entering and exiting the temple, scraping anointed blood to worship the gods. Cloud Resentment Ci (Qing Dynasty.
Chen Weisong) The clouds on the spring mountain are harmonious, the spring water in front of the mountain is green in the morning. Point out the ancient temple in Qiancun.
Flower sacrifices: temples do not need mountains to escape from the world. Buddhism is twice as busy today. If the Buddha wishes, visitors can stay in the Buddhist hall. In the middle of the court, Nuo drums are used to celebrate the passing of the year, and the flames of candles move the golden boats. The colorful swallows are hard to find in the previous dream, and the crisp flowers are empty and springy.
Wenyuan is sick, Lan Cheng has been traveling for a long time, and looking back is sad. The bright moon plays the flute on the Meishan Mountain, and the wind is gentle and the sky is full of orioles in the Yu Temple.
——Lu You "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" by Zhang Ji The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, the river maples are fishing and the fire is facing melancholy. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight.
Die Lian Hua Yumiao Lanting Jingu Road. A night of clear frost dyed all the trees by the lake.
Don't complain about the depth of the parrot's cup. You will know where you are when you meet him. The passing years cannot be retained.
The beauty in the mirror will eventually fade away. Ding Ningjun remembers that gods must be made by idle people.
——Lu You and his nephew Liang, the governor of Hangzhou, visited Tianzhu Temple. Tang Author: Li Bai Hanging on a mat on Lingpengqiu, watching the waves and resting in Zhanglou. Three mountains are moving and enjoying life, and five horses are traveling together.
Tianzhu forest is in sight, and the pine wind rustles in autumn. Gaze at the clouds to gauge changes, and explore the water in a quiet and quiet place.
The mountains are separated by the distant sea, and the pavilion is written to return to the current. The poem is proud of the clouds and the moon, and the good things are all over Wuzhou.
Yong Yu Le · Nostalgia for the past in Guting, Bei Jingkou · Xin Qiji Throughout the ages, there are no heroes to be found, and Sun Zhong seeks a place. On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the wind and the rain.
Grass and trees in the setting sun, ordinary alleys, where humane slaves once lived. I think back then, when we were strong and strong, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.
Yuan Jia hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won a hasty visit to the north. Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road.
Looking back, there is a sacred crow drum under the Buddha Temple. Who can ask: Lian Po is old, can he still make a living? Passing Xiangji Temple Wang Wei I didn’t know Xiangji Temple, but I entered Yunfeng several miles away.
The ancient trees are untraveled, and there are no bells in the mountains. The sound of the spring swallows the rocks, and the sun is cold and green.
In the evening sky, the pond is filled with music, and Zen is used to control the poisonous dragon. Passing the Guanhua Temple Tanxing Master Shanyuan Wang Wei Holding a bamboo stick at dusk, we treat each other at Huxitou.
Urge guests to hear the sound of mountains and return to their houses to follow the flow of water. The wild flowers are blooming, and the valley bird sings quietly.
Sitting in the empty forest at night (Yizuo Village), it is quiet, the pines and the wind are as straight as autumn. Autumn is dark in the mountains. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay. "Jiangnan Spring" by Du Mu The oriole crows thousands of miles away, reflecting the red green, and the wine flag winds in the water village, mountain and Guo.
There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, and many towers are in the mist and rain. The Peach Blossoms of Dalin Temple by Bai Juyi The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms of the mountain temple begin to bloom.
I always regret that there is no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn. Beiyue Temple Jiadao There are five mountains in heaven and earth, and Mount Heng is located in the north.
The rocks are stacked on top of each other, and they are strange and unpredictable. No one dares to enter, the temple is dark in daylight.
Sometimes it rains and sprinkles the heaven and earth with virtue. May God be at peace, and my kingdom will be forever prosperous.
The Zen Temple behind Poshan Temple is often built. Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest. The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees.
The light of the mountains pleases the birds, and the shadows of the ponds empty the hearts of the people. Everything is silent, except for the sound of bells and chimes.
Inscribed on Gushan Temple in Hangzhou by Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty. The towers are towering with green cens, leading into the center of the lake. Without rain, mountains will always be moist, and without clouds, water will be cloudy.
The broken bridge is covered with moss, and the empty courtyard is filled with deep flowers. I still recall the moon in the west window, and the sound of bells in the northern forest.
Titled Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou by Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty. The peaks and ridges are as wide as a palm, and the vermilion sills are extended in several rings. The Buddha's ground is divided by flowers, and the monk's room is divided by bamboos and springs.
It’s the next month at the fifth watch, and it’s smoke in Guozhong ten miles away. Behind the back tower is the towering pavilion, and in front of the horizontal pavilion on the front mountain.
The creek is sandy and the water is calm, and the rocks in the stream are dotted with fresh moss. It's good to call the ape for a long time, and the sound will be deep in the west rock.
The abbot of Lingyin Temple is Su Shi. There are huts everywhere in the mountains and rivers, but I love Lingyin Feilaigu the most. The trees are hundreds of feet tall, with green beards and willows and cattails.
Thousands of people gathered in the high hall to eat, and they rang bells and drums to make a noise in the afternoon. The abbot Ningxiang sleeps in a hut, and the sea map is sewn in the cotton quilt.
Inscribed on Jinshan Temple in Runzhou, Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty stayed at Jinshan Temple and transcended the world. The monk returns to the boat at night and the moon shines, and the dragon comes out of Xiaotang.
You can see the colors of the trees and hear the sound of bells on both sides of the river. Thinking about it in the morning market, I was drunk all day long.
Wangxuankong Temple Wang Chengjue of the Ming Dynasty carved stones into a place of incense and made the structure work based on the virtual structure. The Brahma Palace is surrounded by green, and the pavilion overlooks the red maple.
The rain in the porcelain kiln is strong, and the wind blows from the mouth of the monk's cold valley. It’s not easy to climb up, but it’s endless to look at it from afar.
Passing the Xuankong Temple, Zheng Luo, Ming Dynasty, the stone wall was connected to the Brahma Palace, and the cliffs are connected by narrow paths. The mountains and rivers are surrounded by lonely mountains, and the palaces are jagged and green.
The faint smoke of the waning moon gives a glimpse of the color, and the quiet sound of the wind moves the Zen sky.
I stopped the car and wanted to ask the mountain monk, but the monk Ande was Yuan Gong.
Climbing the Xuankong Temple Ming Dynasty Zheng Luo I didn’t go up yesterday because of Zhao Ti, so I looked for Lan Ruo and asked the mountain monk again. The bluebird at the top of the peak has not yet come, and the white clouds at the entrance of the cave have not yet gone.
Who builds the alchemy ladder ten thousand feet high? I listen to the Buddhist teachings and perform the Three Vehicles. I suddenly realized that my mind has no attachment, so I walked to the top of the Zen Pass.
Climbing the Xuankong Temple, Liu Zunxian of the Ming Dynasty opened the stone wall to present golden immortals, and the ethereal floor structure is difficult. The Qing Dynasty is full of doubts, and the incense platform is really looking into the fog.
The mountains are connected with Taiyue Mountain and are magnificent for thousands of years. Guests arrive at the lonely peak on the night of May. I once sold wine to ask the distant master so that I could invite the bright moon to wander around.
Inscribed on the Hanging Temple, Wu Lijia of the Ming Dynasty. On the Danxia sky in Fei Pavilion, the white clouds cover it several times. The moon hangs in a thousand caves, and the bell falls in the wind.
The pure sanctum flows through the branches of the trees, and the old dragon sleeps in front of the eaves. The light of wisdom is thousands of feet long, filling Hengzong day and night.
Visiting Xuankong Temple, Deng Keshao, Qing Dynasty. The stone screen stands thousands of feet tall, and the ancient temple hangs in the air. The pure land is far away from dust, and the lofty towers adorn the distant sky.
The moon beside a bay of rocks is half a mural of Zen. Looking down at the pedestrians, I feel like I am in a fairyland.
Staying at the Mountain Temple at Night Author: Li Bai The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands. Don't dare to speak loudly for fear of frightening the people in heaven.
"Farewell to Hanshan Temple" Year: Ming Dynasty Author: Gao Qi The maple bridge looks to the west of the green mountains, and the temple faces the Hanjiang River. The bell in the boat reminds travelers to get up, and the lamp in the tower illuminates the distant monks returning.
The fishing village is lonely and smokey, the official road is deserted and the leaves are sparse. It must be remembered that I am parked outside the city of Gusu, and I will see you off when the crow crows.
Fengqiao Temple (Yu Gui, Song Dynasty) The lake is connected to the moonlight, and the sound of wild geese disturbs people's sleep. Last year I stayed at Fengqiao and tied a small boat to the stone bank. 2. Poems describing temples
Ancient literati liked to visit places of interest, including temples, and wrote many poems about temples: 1. "Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple" Bai Juyi's world is full of beauty in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begins to bloom.
I always regret that there is no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn. 2. "Inscribed on the Zen Temple Behind Poshan Temple" Chang Jian in the Tang Dynasty. Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.
The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees. The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart.
All sounds are silent, except for the sound of bells and chimes. 3. Temple Ode Ringing bells and incense cauldrons surround the mortal world, worshiping whoever comes to sleep.
Encountering evil spirits when entering and exiting the temple, scraping anointed blood to worship the gods. 3. Cloud Resentment Ci (Qing Dynasty.
Chen Weisong) The clouds on the spring mountain are harmonious, the spring water in front of the mountain is green in the morning. Point out the ancient temple in Qiancun.
4. Flowers and sacrifices to Teng: Temples don’t need mountains to hide from the world, and their doors are now doubly busy. If the Buddha wishes, visitors can stay in the Buddha Hall.
5. Chao Zhongcuo - Lu You The Nuo drums in winter are used to celebrate the passing years, and the flames of candles are moving the golden boats. The colorful swallows are hard to find in the previous dream, and the crisp flowers are empty and springy.
Wenyuan is sick, Lan Cheng has been traveling for a long time, and looking back is sad. The bright moon plays the flute on the Meishan Mountain, and the wind is gentle and the sky is full of orioles in the Yu Temple.
6. "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" - Zhang Ji The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is full of frost. Jiang Feng, fishing fire, and melancholy face each other. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight.
7. Butterfly Loves Flowers---Lu You, Yumiao Lanting Jingu Road. A night of clear frost dyed all the trees by the lake.
The parrot's cup is deep, so don't complain. He knows where he is when you meet him. The passing years cannot be retained.
The beauty in the mirror will eventually fade away. Ding Ningjun remembers that gods must be made by idle people.
8. "Visiting Tianzhu Temple with My Nephew Liang, the Governor of Hangzhou" --- Li Bai Hanging on a mat on Lingpengqiu, watching the waves and resting in Zhanglou. Three mountains are moving and enjoying life, and five horses are traveling together.
Tianzhu forest is in sight, and the pine wind rustles in autumn. Gaze at the clouds to gauge changes, and explore the water in a quiet and quiet place.
The mountains are separated by the distant sea, and the pavilion is written to return to the current. The poem is proud of the clouds and the moon, and the good things are all over Wuzhou.
9. Yong Yu Le · Nostalgia for the Past in Guting, North of Jingkou · Xin Qiji Throughout the ages, there are no heroes to be found, and Sun Zhong seeks a place. On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the wind and the rain.
Grass and trees in the setting sun, ordinary alleys, where humane slaves once lived. I think back then, when we were strong and strong, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.
Yuan Jia hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won the hasty visit to the north. Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road.
Looking back, there is a sacred crow drum under the Buddha Temple. Who can ask: Lian Po is old, can he still make a living? 10. "Passing Xiangji Temple" --- Wang Wei I don't know Xiangji Temple, but I have entered Yunfeng several miles away.
The ancient trees are untraveled, and there are no bells in the mountains. The sound of the spring swallows the rocks, and the sun is cold and green.
In the evening sky, the pond is filled with music, and Zen is used to control the poisonous dragon. 11. "Guo Guanhua Temple Tanxing Master Shanyuan" --- Wang Wei Holding a bamboo stick at dusk, we treat each other at Huxitou.
Urge guests to hear the sound of mountains and return to their houses to follow the flow of water. The wild flowers are blooming, and the valley bird sings quietly.
Sitting in the sky at night, the forest is silent, and the wind in the pines is as straight as autumn. 12. "Dark Autumn in the Mountains" After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay. 13. "Jiangnan Spring" by Du Mu The oriole crows thousands of miles away, reflecting the red green, and the wine flag winds in the mountains and rivers of water.
There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, and many towers are in the mist and rain.
14. "Beiyue Temple" Jiadao There are five mountains in the world, and Hengyue is located in the north.
The rocks are stacked on top of each other, and they are strange and unpredictable. No one dares to enter, the temple is dark in daylight.
Sometimes it rains and sprinkles the heaven and earth with virtue. May God be at peace, and my kingdom will be forever prosperous.
15. "Inscribed on the Zen Temple Behind Poshan Temple" Chang Jian Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest. The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees.
The light of the mountains pleases the birds, and the shadows of the ponds empty the hearts of the people. Everything is silent, except for the sound of bells and chimes.
16. "Inscribed on Gushan Temple in Hangzhou" ---Zhang Hu The tower towers with green cens, leading into the center of the lake. Without rain, mountains will always be moist, and without clouds, water will be cloudy.
The broken bridge is covered with moss, and the empty courtyard is filled with deep flowers. I still recall the moon in the west window, and the sound of bells in the northern forest.
17. "Inscribed on Lingyin Temple, Hangzhou" --- Zhang Hu The peaks and ridges are as wide as one palm, and the red sills are extended in several rings. The Buddha's ground is divided by flowers, and the monk's room is divided by bamboos and springs.
It’s the next month at the fifth watch, and it’s smoke in Guozhong ten miles away. Behind the back tower is the towering pavilion, and in front of the horizontal pavilion on the front mountain.
The creek is sandy and the water is calm, and the rocks in the stream are dotted with fresh moss. It's good to call the ape for a long time, and the sound will be deep in the west rock.
The abbot of Lingyin Temple is Su Shi. There are huts everywhere in the mountains and rivers, but I love Lingyin Feilaigu the most. The trees are hundreds of feet tall, with green beards and willows and cattails.
Thousands of people gathered in the high hall to eat, and they rang bells and drums to make a noise in the afternoon. The abbot Ningxiang sleeps in a hut, and the sea map is sewn in the cotton quilt.
18. "Inscribed on Jinshan Temple in Runzhou" by Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty. One night at Jinshan Temple, one transcends the rest of the world. The monk returns to the boat at night and the moon shines, and the dragon comes out of Xiaotang.
You can see the colors of the trees and hear the sound of bells on both sides of the river. Thinking about it in the morning market, I was drunk all day long.
19. "Wangxuankong Temple" - Wang Chengjue Carved stone into a place of incense, based on the virtual structure. The Brahma Palace is surrounded by green, and the pavilion overlooks the red maple.
The rain in the porcelain kiln is strong, and the wind blows from the mouth of the monk's cold valley. It’s not easy to climb up, but it’s endless to look at it from afar.
20. "Passing the Hanging Temple" by Zheng Luo of the Ming Dynasty. The mountains and rivers are surrounded by lonely mountains, and the palaces are jagged and green.
The faint smoke of the waning moon gives a glimpse of the color, and the quiet sound of the wind moves the Zen sky. I stopped the car and wanted to ask the mountain monk, but the monk Ande was Yuan Gong.
21. "Climbing the Xuankong Temple" Ming Dynasty Zheng Luo I didn't go up yesterday because of Zhao Ti, so I looked for Lan Ruo again and asked the mountain monk. The bluebird at the top of the peak has not yet come, and the white clouds at the entrance of the cave have not yet gone.
Who builds the alchemy ladder ten thousand feet high? I listen to the Buddhist teachings and perform the Three Vehicles. I suddenly realized that my mind has no attachment, so I walked to the top of the Zen Pass.
22. "Climbing the Hanging Temple" Ming Dynasty Liu Zunxian Who opened the stone wall to present the golden immortal, the ethereal floor structure is difficult. The Qing Dynasty is full of doubts, and the incense platform is really looking into the fog.
The mountains are connected with Taiyue Mountain and are magnificent for thousands of years. Guests arrive at Gufeng on the night of May. I once sold wine to ask the distant master so that I could invite the bright moon to wander around.
23. "Inscribed on the Hanging Temple" by Wu Lijia of the Ming Dynasty. On the Danxia Fei Pavilion, white clouds cover it several times. The moon hangs in a thousand caves, and the bell falls in the wind.
The pure sanctum flows through the branches of the trees, and the old dragon sleeps in front of the eaves. The light of wisdom is thousands of feet long, filling Hengzong day and night.
24. "Visiting the Hanging Temple" Deng Keshao, Qing Dynasty The stone screen stands thousands of feet tall, and the ancient temple hangs in the air. The pure land is far away from dust, and the lofty towers adorn the distant sky.
The moon beside a bay of rocks is half a mural of Zen. Looking down at the pedestrians, I feel like I am in a fairyland.
25. "Fengqiao Temple" by Yu Gui The lake is connected to the moon and the sky is shining, and the sound of wild geese disturbs people's sleep. Last year I stayed at Fengqiao and tied a small boat to the stone bank.
26. "Farewell to Hanshan Temple" - Gao Qi. The maple bridge looks to the west of the green mountains, and the temple faces the Hanjiang River. The bell in the boat reminds travelers to get up, and the lamp in the tower illuminates the distant monks returning.
The fishing village is lonely and smokey, the official road is deserted and the leaves are sparse. It must be remembered that I am parked outside the city of Gusu, and I will see you off when the crow crows.
27. "Sleeping in the Mountain Temple at Night" - Li Bai The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands. Don't dare to speak loudly for fear of frightening the people in heaven. 3. Poems describing Zen temples
Inscribed on the Zen courtyard behind Poshan Temple
Chang Jian
Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.
The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is filled with deep flowers and trees.
The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty and heart-warming.
Everything is silent here, except for the sound of the bells and chimes.
< p> A night tour of Chengtian TempleSu Shi
On the night of October 12th, the sixth year of Yuanfeng, I undressed and was about to fall asleep. When the moonlight came into my house, I happily set off. For fun, I went to Chengtian Temple to look for Zhang Huaimin. Huaimin was not sleeping, so he and I walked together in the courtyard.
The courtyard looked like accumulated water, empty and clear, with algae and waterlilies interlaced in the water, covered with bamboo and cypress shadows. < /p>
There is no moon on any night, and there are no pines and cypresses anywhere, but there are few idle people like the two of us.
I don’t know Xiangji Temple, miles into the cloud peaks. Ancient trees are untraveled, deep in the mountains. Where is the bell? Wang Wei's "Passing the Xiangji Temple"
The green mountains are fortunate to bury loyal bones, and the innocent white iron casts the sycophants. Couplet of the Yuewang Temple
The beauty of April in the world is exhausted, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin. In full bloom. "Peach Blossoms of Dalin Temple" by Bai Juyi
Hanshan Temple Qing Dynasty·Lu Ding
The temple tower is directly adjacent to the mountains, and it is an important source of water in the southeast.
I only cherish the tooth man's pursuit of profit, but I don't know the fishing fire and appreciate the poet.
There is no way to know the return of a guest who has traveled against the odds, and asked Han Yan whether he should be true again.
As soon as the bell rang clearing the night, several people had the same dream but different lives.
Hanshan Temple Ming Dynasty·Wang Xideng
The road to the west of the ancient temple is full of green mountains.
The stone dragons are making rain, and the river magpies are still singing in the wind.
It is difficult for a monk to determine the location near the city, and the flowers in the spring are not red.
The road outside Zhulian's door is dark with dust and maple.
Farewell to Hanshan Temple by Gao Qi of the Ming Dynasty
The maple bridge overlooks the blue mountains to the west, and the temple faces the Hanjiang River alone.
The bell in the boat urges travelers to get up, and the lamp in the tower illuminates the distant monks returning.
The fishery is solitary and solitary, the official road is deserted and the leaves are sparse.
It must be remembered that I am parked outside the city of Gusu, and I will see you off when the crow crows.
Parking on the maple bridge at night and looking at the Hanshan Temple
The night fire is accompanied by the loneliness, and the ten-year-old dream is on the maple bridge.
Qing Kuang didn’t see Manager Wang and came to ask about the tide outside Hanshan Temple.
Hanshan Temple
As the maple leaves are falling over the Wujiang River, the ancient temple in Bishan is alone.
In the cold sky, birds descend from the rockside tower, and the remaining light shines on the pines outside the path where the monk returns.
There is no vulgar charm in the quiet high house, but there is no trace of Maitreya in the wild wind.
The boat took advantage of the cold wave to go away, and I should hear the midnight bell in my dream.
Night mooring at Fengqiao Zhang Ji
The moon is setting and the sky is full of crows and frost, the river maple fishing fire is facing melancholy,
The bells of Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City are ringing in the middle of the night to the passenger ship. 4. Poems describing mountain temples
Hanshan Temple, Luding, Qing Dynasty
The temple tower is directly adjacent to the mountains, and it is an important place in the southeast.
I only cherish the tooth man's pursuit of profit, but I don't hear the fishing fire and appreciate the poet.
There is no way to know the return of a guest who has traveled against the odds, and asked Hanyan whether he should be true again.
As soon as the bell rang clearing the night, several people had the same dream but different lives.
Hanshan Temple Ming Dynasty·Wang Xideng
The road to the west of the ancient temple is full of green mountains.
The stone dragons are making rain, and the river magpies are still singing in the wind.
It is difficult for a monk to determine the location near the city, and the flowers in the spring are not red.
The road outside Zhulian's door is dark with dust and maple.
Farewell to Hanshan Temple by Gao Qi of the Ming Dynasty
The maple bridge overlooks the blue mountains to the west, and the temple faces the Hanjiang River alone.
The bell in the boat urges travelers to get up, and the lamp in the tower illuminates the distant monks returning.
The fishery is solitary and solitary, the official road is deserted and the leaves are sparse.
It must be remembered that you are parked outside the city of Gusu, and you will be sent off when the crow crows.
Parking on the maple bridge at night and looking at the Hanshan Temple
The night fire is accompanied by the loneliness, and the ten-year-old dream is on the maple bridge.
Qing Kuang didn’t see Manager Wang and came to ask about the tide outside Hanshan Temple.
Hanshan Temple
As the maple leaves are falling over the Wujiang River, the ancient temple in Bishan is alone.
In the cold sky, birds descend from the rockside tower, and the remaining light shines on the pines outside the path where the monk returns.
There is no vulgar charm in the quiet high house, but there is no trace of Maitreya in the wild wind.
But the boat took advantage of the cold wave and I should hear the midnight bell in my dream.
Night mooring at Fengqiao Zhang Ji
The moon is setting and the sky is full of crows and frost, the river maple fishing fire is facing melancholy,
The bells of Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City are ringing in the middle of the night to the passenger ship. 5. Poems about temples
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Chang Jian Works: Zen Temple behind Poshan Temple Contents: Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.
The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees. The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart.
Everything is silent here, except for the sound of bells and chimes. Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Work: Dalin Temple Peach Blossom Content: The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom.
I always regret that there is no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn. Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Works: Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake Content: North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.
My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where there is a white sand embankment in the shade of green poplars. Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Works: Recalling Jiangnan Content: Reminiscing about Jiangnan, the most reminiscing is Hangzhou.
Looking for osmanthus seeds in the moonlight in the mountain temple, looking at the tide from the pillow in the county pavilion. When will we come again? Era: Tang Author: Meng Haoran Works: Song of Returning to Lumen at Night Content: The bells of the mountain temple are ringing, the day is already dark, and the fishermen are noisy at the ferry crossing. People followed the beach to Jiangcun, and I also took a boat back to Lumen.
The moonlight in Lumen opened the smoke trees, and suddenly I came to Pang Gong's hiding place. The pine path in Yanfei is long and lonely, with only lonely people coming and going.
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Zhang Ji Work: Night Mooring at Fengqiao Content: The moon is setting, crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng is fishing and fire is facing melancholy. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight.
Era: Northern Song Dynasty Author: Lin Bu Works: Notes from Rui Shangren’s Room in Gushan Temple Contents: At the bottom, I lean on the railing and meditate, the back pavilion of Gushan Pagoda is tilted to the west. The gloomy scrolls are in the forest temple, and the chessboards and chessboards are scattered in the fields.
Sometimes a solitary bird flies in the autumn scenery, and the setting sun rises up from the cold smoke. I love my house so much when I stay late, I just wait until spring to see the snow.
Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Work: Yiai Temple Contents: Sit on the rocks by the stream and walk around the temple in search of flowers. You can hear the chirping of birds all the time and the sound of springs everywhere.
Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Works: Solitary Tung Tree in Yunju Temple Content: A green jade tree stands with thousands of green leaves. The pavilions are more than five feet tall, and their high spirits are still there.
The mountain monk is ninety years old, quiet and immortal. When Zi Yunshou planted it, there was a Qingtong tree.
Pluck straight from the bud, and rise from the beginning. There are no branches on the four sides, but there is a general principle in the center.
Those who wish to establish themselves should be so alone. Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Cen Shen Works: Climbing Ci'en Temple with Gao Shi and Xue Zhi. Contents: The pagoda is like a gush of energy, standing alone in the heavenly palace.
When you step out of the world, the path is empty. The sudden pressure on China is like a ghost work.
The four corners block the day, and the seven layers cover the sky. Peeping down refers to the tall bird, listening down to hear the startling wind.
The mountains are like waves, and the running seems to be heading east. The road is lined with green locust trees, and the palace view is exquisite.
Autumn colors come from the west, and Guanzhong is full of green. On the Wuling North Plain, it is evergreen and misty.
Once you understand the principles clearly, you will be able to understand them, and you will win because of your long-standing teachings. I vow to hang up my crown and feel that my Taoist resources are endless.
Era: Tang Author: Cui Hao Works: Tour to Tianzhu Temple Content: Climbing Tianzhu Mountain in the morning, the sun rises in the mountain temple. Streams and springs are gushing thinly, and rivers and rivers are lingering.
The solitary top is high when you go straight up, but the peaks are small when you look at them from a flat angle. In December in Nanzhou, the ground is warm and there is little ice and snow.
The cold mountains are covered with green, and the winter marshes are covered with wisteria. On the side of the flower niche waterfall, there is a green wall and stone forest.
Ringing a bell gathers people and heaven, giving food to gather apes and birds. The mind is cleansed and the mind is enlightened.
I just realized that there is nothing wrong with people and everything in the world. Era: Tang Author: Dai Shulun Works: Sanlv Temple Contents: The flow of water from Yuan to Xiang is endless, how deep is Qu Zi’s resentment! At dusk, the autumn wind blows, and the trees flutter with leaves.
Era: Tang and Five Dynasties Author: Du Mu Works: Inscribed on Mulan Temple Content: Bending the bow to fight as a man, I once had a thrush in my dream. I thought about returning the wine several times, and put it on the clouds to wish the concubine Ming. 6. Poems about temples
Poems about temples 1. "Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple" Bai Juyi's world was full of beauty in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple began to bloom.
I always regret that there is no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn. 2. "Inscribed on the Zen Temple behind Poshan Temple" Chang Jian entered the ancient temple early in the morning, when the first sun shone on the high forest.
The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees. The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart.
All sounds are silent, except for the sound of bells and chimes. 3. Temples ring with bells, incense and cauldrons circling around the world of mortals. Whoever comes to worship knows the cause.
Encountering evil spirits when entering and exiting the temple, scraping anointed blood to worship the gods. 3. Poems about Clouds and Resentments Chen Weisong's Spring Mountains are filled with harmonious clouds, the spring water in front of the mountains is green in the morning.
Point out the ancient temple in Qiancun. 4. Flowers and sacrifices to Teng: Temples don’t need mountains to hide from the world, and the doors are now doubly busy.
If the Buddha wishes, visitors can stay in the Buddhist hall. 5. In the middle of the dynasty, you can travel by land in the winter and use Nuo drums to celebrate the passing years. The flames of candles move the golden boat.
The colorful swallows are hard to find in the previous dream, and the crisp flowers are empty and springy. Wenyuan is sick, and Lan Cheng has been traveling for a long time. Looking back is sad.
The bright moon plays the flute on the Meishan Mountain at night, and the wind is gentle and the sky is full of orioles in the Yu Temple. 6. "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" by Zhang Ji The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is filled with frost. Jiang Feng is fishing and the fire is facing melancholy.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship. 7. Die Lian Hua Lu You Yumiao Lanting Jingu Road.
A night of clear frost stained the trees by the lake. The parrot's cup is so deep that you don't complain. He knows where he is when you meet him.
The passing years cannot be retained. The beauty in the mirror will eventually fade away.
Ding Ningjun remembers that gods must be made by idle people. 8. "Visiting Tianzhu Temple with My Nephew Liang Liang, the Governor of Hangzhou" Li Bai hung a mat on Ling Peng Qiu and watched the waves while resting in Zhanglou.
Three mountains are moving, and five horses are traveling together. Tianzhu forest is in sight, and the pine wind rustles in autumn.
Look at the clouds to gauge the changes, and touch the water in a quiet and quiet place. The mountains are separated by the distant sea, and the pavilion is written to return to the stream.
The poem becomes proud of the clouds and the moon, and the joy is all over Wuzhou. 9. Yong Yu Le · Nostalgia for the past in Guting, North of Jingkou.
On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the rain. The setting sun, the grass and trees, the ordinary alleys, where the slaves of humanity once lived.
I think back then, when we were strong and strong, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger. Yuan Jia hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won a hurried visit to the north.
Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road. But looking back, under the Buddha and Li Temple, there is a sacred crow drum.
Who can ask: Lian Po is old, can he still make a living? 10. "Passing Xiangji Temple" Wang Wei I don't know Xiangji Temple, but I have entered Yunfeng several miles away. There are no people walking through the ancient trees, and there is no clock in the deep mountains.
The sound of the spring swallows the rocks, and the sun is cold and green. In the dusk, the empty pond is melodious, and Zen is used to control the poisonous dragon. 7. What are the famous ancient poems about temples?
1. The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is filled with flowers and trees. ——(Tang Dynasty) Chang Jian's "Inscription on the Zen Temple Behind Poshan Temple"
2. The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands. ——(Tang Dynasty) Li Bai "Sleeping at the Mountain Temple at Night"
3. At the Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou City, the midnight bell rang to the passenger ship. ——(Tang Dynasty) Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge"
4. I don't know Xiangji Temple, but I have entered Yunfeng several miles away. ——(Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei "Passing Xiangji Temple"
5. The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom. ——(Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi's "Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple"
"The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is filled with flowers and trees.
"Full poem content:
"Inscribed on the Zen Temple behind Poshan Temple"
Tang Dynasty: Chang Jian
Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.
The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the flowers and trees in the Zen room are deep.
The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty.
Everyone is silent here, except for the sound of the bell. < /p>
Translation:
I walked into this ancient temple early in the morning, and the rising sun reflected the woods on the mountain.
The bamboo forest shaded the path leading to the depths, and there were flowers and trees in front of and behind the Zen room. Lush and colorful.
The bright light of the mountain makes the birds more happy, and the clear water of the pond also refreshes the mind and purifies the mind.
At this moment, everything is silent, leaving only the sound of knocking. The sound of bells striking chimes.
Chang Jian (708-765?), a poet of the Tang Dynasty, whose name is unknown, is said to be from Xingtai or Chang'an (today's Xi'an, Shaanxi Province). He married Wang Changling in the 15th year of Kaiyuan. He was a Jinshi in the same ranking, and he lived a long wandering life in the mountains and rivers. He later moved to Ezhu and lived in seclusion. He once served as Xuyiwei in his middle age. In Xishan, he lived a life of frustration and self-restraint. He had no literary connections with Wang Changling. His poetic conception was clear and natural, and he had unique artistic attainments. There are 57 poems in existence, with relatively narrow themes. Some of them describe pastoral scenery and the enjoyment of mountains and forests. Famous works such as "Inscription on the Zen Temple Behind the Poshan Temple" and "The Tomb of General Diao Wang", especially the previous couplet "The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees" are widely known in ancient and modern times. He also has some excellent frontier poems. There are three volumes of "Chang Jian Collection" and two volumes of "Chang Jian Collection". His poems are based on pastoral and landscape themes, and his style is close to that of Wang and Meng. The concise and concise brushwork expresses a quiet and profound artistic conception. Such poems often reveal an "indifferent" attitude. In fact, he was not completely forgetful of reality. He had some emotions, expectations, and accusations. This is especially obvious in the frontier fortress poems that account for a considerable proportion. There is "Chang Jian Ji".