A trip to the two Daolin temples in Yuelu Mountain
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The mountains at the southern foot of Yuquan are steep, with Daolin and forest ravines competing for the panyu. The temple gate opens high into the cave courtyard, and the foot of the temple plunges into the Chisha Lake. The cold wind in May chills the Buddha's bones, and at six o'clock Tianle approaches the incense burner.
The spirits of the earth walk on the snow-capped mountains and grass, and the monks and treasures are all pearls in the sea. The towers and palace walls are magnificent, and the fragrant kitchen and pine roads are cool and refreshing. The lotus symphonizes the life bird, and the golden list doubles back and the three-legged crow.
The abbot spent time wading into the sea, hanging in the garden to look for the river to see if there was anything there. In old age, I am happy to have the meridians approaching.
Spring is also warm and supportive. The floating white body is full of laughter, and the hazy grass next to it can be punished.
People in Taoyuan have changed their systems, but the soil in the fields of Juzhou is still rich. The town of Tanfu is very pure and ancient.
There is no noise in the prefect's court. In the past, the world was in decline and all traces of it are lost, but now, the country is happy and nourishing its small body.
It’s not too late to rely on Lao Su. Wealth, fame and fame are not enough. I have been accustomed to seeking secluded places for wild travelers for a long time.
Study carefully to avoid being lonely. Each one covers my heart, and I am my friend in the mountains, birds and flowers.
When the Duke of Song Dynasty exiled Zeng, he wrote an inscription on the wall, looking for a place to stay with me.
Du Mu's "Mountain Travel"
Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are people living in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
Qing Dynasty Ouyang Houji's "Yuelu Love Evening Pavilion"
A pavilion is so quiet that the breeze at the mouth of the gorge brings coolness in the evening.
Previously the peach blossoms were red and purple, but now the maple leaves are dyed red and yellow.
Rao loses the beauty of spring to the beauty of autumn, welcomes the rising sun and sends off the setting sun.
You can enjoy happiness here at all times, waiting for someone to invite cranes to fly.
Liu Zongyuan's "Wangxiang Pavilion"
Fortunately, the water of the Xiangjiang River is coming up again today.
I don’t know where to go from here.
How many more people will be sent back?
The original name of Banshan Pavilion is Banyun Temple. It is unclear when this name was changed. In the past, there was a fire-burning monk who was resting in the pavilion and wrote a poem:
The name of the nunnery is half cloud in the middle of the mountain, half an acre and half a land and half a rugged mountain.
Half of the mountain is made of thatched rocks, half of it is sunny and half of it is shaded.
Half wine and half poetry can avoid vulgarity, half immortal and half Buddha are good at cultivating the mind.
Half the room is half filled with clouds, half listening to the sound of pines and half listening to the piano.
Fellow the Crane
In the third autumn of Xuantong, Ai Wan Pavilion was renovated, poems by Nanxuan and Nanyuan were engraved, and the story of Luo Honglu was included, with the words "Fellow the Crane" written in it. , travel to Yongjia. Cheng Songwan was recorded together.
Ernan Poetry Engraving
Mr. Zhang Nanxuan's Qingfeng Gorge Poetry:
Sparse ancient trees stand on the dangerous stairs. I started to take pictures now.
There is also a stone bridge to accommodate guests, looking up at Lan Ruo and Yun Qi.
The wind is blowing, the wind is blowing, the wind is blowing, and the sun is shining brightly.
Since then, Shangshanjun has worked hard, and Shou Teng can carry him with him today.
Mr. Qian Nanyuan's nine-day poem at the foot of the mountain:
The rain has stopped, the river is calm and the government is idle, and we are looking for stories together on the mountain.
The red dogwood and yellow chrysanthemum have a deep flavor, and the red cliffs in the blue stream have a pure appearance.
The Beihai Monument is in the sunset, and the Nanxuan Seat is surrounded by the breeze.
I owe money and live in Qiongyouxing. I will count the number of crows in the forest to pay back.
Climbing the foot of Yuelu by Wang Shouren
While traveling on the Changsha Road, the mountains and rivers turn to prepare for the journey.
Exploring to the west points to Yuelu and crosses the Xiangliu River in the early morning.
Yu Gang is involved in danger again, and he is still looking for peace and quiet.
There are many treasures in the woods, and the virtuous people of the past kept and cultivated them here.
I am here to look up and stop, and I am just wandering around.
The dawn stars bloom in the clouds, and the spring island floats in the wild cave.
I cherish my two or three friends, and cut down trees to increase my worries.
Why should we come together here to seek each other’s moral support? Deng Xiancheng's book
Visiting Yuelu Mountain and Zhang Qi
After passing Xiaoxiang Ferry in spring, I really saw the eight scenic spots.
Yunzang Yuelu Temple, the river flows into Dongting Lake.
On a sunny day, flowers bloom, and in good years, wine is easy to drink.
Changsha has one hundred thousand households, and the wandering women are like Kyoto. The Dragon Book of the Yan Family
Yuelu Mountain Lu Kuan
Zhao Yao looked at the hibiscus peeling rong and the pavilions layer upon layer of beautiful green peaks.
The rocks ring, the springs ring, the ground rustles, the rocks fly, flowers rain and dew appear.
The hazy light meets the vast smoke of the lake, and the dark blue color is arrogant and the trees are thick.
If you don’t believe that there is nowhere to be found in the vast expanse, you still visit the remains from the top of the mountain. Shi Mu Shu
Spring Festival Evening Tour from Li Changshi to Yuelu Daolin King Luo Bin
Looking for the secluded ravine, looking at Zhichuntai in spring.
Cloud light rests on broken trees, and ghost shadows enter the river cup.
The ancient vines follow the grid, and the wild paths reach the end of the mountain.
The fallen pistils are blown away by the wind, and the trees are filled with wandering orioles.
The bamboo shoots in Xinglan are moving, and the floating grass is rising on the way back. Book by He Guangnian
Climb to the foothills again to see the red leaves Jiang Guoren
It is early winter in the Lushan Mountain scenery, and it is very interesting to climb it for the third time.
What I like most is that the long wind drives away the dawn fog, and the sun with red eyes fills the peak. Book by Zhou Hantao (Mu Wu)
Ode to Yuelu Mountain by Liu Shishan
He received many talents from Chu in Dalu, and once came to the famous mountain with his official records.
Friends visited the ancient temple and sat in the study under the flickering lights.
The pavilion is full of autumn colors and red leaves, and the peak overlooks the spring river, which is full of green.
More than fifty years have passed with a snap of the fingers, and the old brush is pressed against the green moss.
Liu Shishan's book
Re-climbing to the foot of the mountain Huang Daorang
After all the wind and rain in the valleys, the weather suddenly clears up, and it's the happiest thing to climb up to get a panoramic view.
The clouds in the southwest bloom over Hengyue Mountain, and the sound of the river flows down to Dongting day and night.
I have noticed that in recent years, this mountain is still green as before.
Where are the friends who read books now? Gu Muqiu loves Wanting deeply. Li Ninglu's Book
Wu Lv Cheng Songwan
Ping Lan doesn't know, the bell is gone and it falls into the sky.
The river is white when it rains, and the isolated city across the bank is green.
Looking for the stele and leaving it in the North Sea, I think of the Jiangming River while carrying my sword.
I can’t sleep this night, and there is no wind to wake me up. Wang Youzhi's book
Traveling to Yuelu by Luo Yuanhan
Ten years of hard work and wind and rain have left me with a famous mountain, and I travel with my companions to find a solution to my beauty.
Sheep intestines pierce the snow in the sun, and bird tracks in the sky are locked on the moss.
The clear water in autumn falls out of the three islands, and the city is surrounded by scales covering half of the wall.
Thousands of miles away, look at the heights first and look at the foothills. The prime minister will count the number of cloud servant girls in seven or two. Written by Wang Menglin
Suyuelu Temple, Wei Yuan
I occasionally retreat during the ten-day period, closed among the towering white clouds.
The moon tree shadows Hu Temple, and the sound of wind and spring sounds in the mountains.
When a peach meets a scholar, a crane looks like an old monk at leisure.
Standing in front of the Aiwan Pavilion, I can hear the gentle gurgling waves. Wang Chaochen's book
Visiting Yuelu with Qian Prefecture and the Dukes Li Dongyang
The land of Yueheng stretches for three hundred miles, and the peaks will be cut off and Cui Wei will be restored.
The ancient temple among the rocks is surrounded by the mountains, and the clear clouds at the mouth of the valley are full of trees.
Whoever asks for the price of books in Beihai, Shaoling’s poems only pity the talented.
The boat has sailed away from the danger of the Yangtze River and hastily returned once again. Tan Bingyan's Book
Wang Yuelu Yang Ji
I am a guest in Changsha, so I will not get drunk on Changsha wine.
In order to love Yuelu Mountain, I tied the willows beside Zhoucheng.
The peaks and ridges are so beautiful, after bathing in the spring rain.
When moth green cleanses makeup, you will know that red lead is ugly.
I have been dreaming about the ruined temple in the mountain for a long time.
The rugged Beihai Monument will be immortal for thousands of years.
Believe it is cherished by the gods, and it will always be guarded by mountain ghosts.
I want to visit the ancient times, and the sun sets in You.
The wild smoke is noisy, the black magpies are noisy, the dense bamboos are thick and the tigers are roaring.
Laoyan Nian is in the later stage, and it is unknown whether he will come back again.