Jiangnan, the sound of green and red bloom, the waterside village in the foothills.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
Bai Juyi, peach blossom in Dalin Temple
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.
I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.
A night berth near Fengqiao.
Ji Zhang
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Visit Tianzhu Temple with my nephew cishi.
Tang author: Li Bai
Ling Pengqiu hangs a banquet, and Zhang Lou watches Tao Xie. Three mountains move and prosper, and five horses roam together.
Tianzhu sen is in sight, and the autumn wind is rustling. Looking at the clouds and measuring changes, the water is poor and quiet.
The mountains are separated by the open sea, and Xuan wrote that he would return to the stream. Poetic into Ao Yun proud moon, full of interest in the five continents.
Through the temple of Ji Xiang.
Wang Wei
I don't know where Ji Xiang Temple is, so I climbed several miles into the clouds and peaks.
Ancient trees are towering, but there are no pedestrian paths, and there are bells in the mountains in the temple.
The spring water in the mountains hits the dangerous rocks, and the sun in the pine forest is cold.
In the evening, come to the empty pool and meditate quietly to suppress the dragon.
Pass by Tan Xing Ren Shang's concept of good karma.
Wang Wei
Hold a bamboo stick at dusk and wait for the tiger.
Urge guests to listen to the sound of mountains and go back to the house to chase water.
Wildflowers are blooming well, and valley birds are whispering.
Sitting in an empty forest (a village) at night is silent, and the breeze is as straight as the autumn wind.
The Buddhist temple behind the long stream of Poshan Temple
On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.
A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers.
Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.
A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang.