1. Ancient poems about bells
2. Ancient poems about temples
Ancient poems about bells 1. Bell poems< /p>
Zhang Jigu Su City outside Hanshan Temple, the midnight bell rang to the passenger ship. In the boat, Li Shiba was sent off (a way to see off the monks). Liu Changqing said that his son had no body and mind, so he left the mantle alone to the crowd. Looking at Xilin Temple in the evening of lovesickness, only There are bells out of the white clouds. Yuan Zhen's "Crying Son": My mother cried all night long because of her love, and I sometimes feel sad because of things. The sound of bells in the east is like an ordinary school day. Han Hong's "Inscription on the Fuxing Temple Heng" "Yue Jian Master's Room": Returning from spring city after begging for food, and talking about the leisure time. The monk has a tree in front of the steps, and the Zen heart goes up the mountain to the river. The sparse curtains are used to watch the snow rolls, and the deep door reflects the flower pass. In the evening, when the doorman goes out, the bells are ringing in the dim sky. Cen Shen's "A Journey to the Countryside to Send a Letter to Du Wei": The empty city is smokey, and the cold mountain scenery is desolate. The autumn wind brings me back to my dreams. I arrived in Ruying last night. I heard the sound of bells near the temple and saw the shadows of trees on the slope. Where do I see my thoughts? The Northeastern disciples lead me. The lyrics include: "Complaining of Heartfelt Love" by Monk Zhongshu: Qingbo is surrounded by light clothes outside the gate. Poplars are flying to see each other. The Spring Festival Gala is back in the West Lake, and the water and trees are in chaos. Orioles are singing. The courtyard is idle, with small curtains. Returning at the beginning of the evening. The bells have passed, the seal incense has just been lit, and the moon has reached the door. Zhang Ju's "Yingtianchang": The green screen faces the evening, the bird list occupies the embankment, and the bells gather the spring scenery again. Several times, the moon is struck in the mid-air, and the south of the mountain corresponds to the north of the mountain. Joyful In the entertainment place, there are empty wandering traces. I remember the province and I can smell it at the fifth watch. The sky is dawning, the willow bridges are sparse, and the incense sticks are stable. In front of the Yongjin Tower, smiling proudly in the east wind, the gulls and herons are half acquainted. The secret number of monks in the courtyard has died, Changhong lies in the deep blue. The hatred among the flowers is still in my memory. I carry it with my bare hands and take it apart lightly. After the night is late, no one comes, and the light is thin in the window.
2. Please give some ancient poems about "bells" or ancient poems or passages about "bells"
6. Yaotai Qu The green mountains turn green before the old man, and the cold reminds the wanderer Go to Yaotai.
The roads and ditches are filled with deep pines, and broken beads splash into the jade dream. A misty shadow flew in the sky, and all the eminent monks in the mountain temple were frightened. They quickly played the morning bell and chanted the Buddha's name to support the talents.
6. Why does Pine Flower Jiang Baifa offer sacrifices to the heroic soul? Protect the countryside and protect the home. When the alarm bells rings in September: dragons roar in the mountain streams and tigers roar in the jungle.
Looking for old friends by the Songhua River, with clear river water and long white clouds. Take a look at the white mountains and black waters: how many monuments? How many barren graves? Twenty-seven, fragrant cinnamon branches·Wangchuan Bieyeye Pictures, the clouds are calm and the wind is gentle, they have been sent several times, and the drums are heard in the evening and the bells are heard in the morning.
Nothing can be said, and everything is in vain. The world of mortals still covers the ancient road, except for the white-haired old man.
The old man once said: When I was young, I also sang the wind. I remember that when a scholar wrote poems and songs, everyone in the house was shocked.
How many heroes are there in three shabby huts? The lonely boat now goes with the flowing water, leaving only the ancient pines shaken by the wind. Have you ever known: Who listens to the great songs of the past now? .
Ancient poems about temples 1. Poems describing temples
Ancient literati liked to visit places of interest, including temples, and wrote many poems about temples: 1. "The Great Temple" Peach Blossoms in the Lin Temple "Bai Juyi's world is full of beauty in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning 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 offer to 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 the door is now doubly busy. If the Buddha wishes, visitors can stay in the Buddhist hall.
5. Chao Zhongcuo - Lu You In winter, Nuo drums are used to celebrate the passing years, and the candle flames 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, 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 in the orioles' sky in the Yu Temple.
6. "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" - Zhang Ji The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is covered with 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.
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, 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.
The setting sun, the grass and trees, the ordinary alleys, where the humane slaves once lived. I remember those days when we were fierce and powerful, and 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.
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 Dynasty, and many towers are in the mist and rain. 14. "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.
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 remember the moon in the west window and the sound of bells in the northern forest.
17. "Inscribed on Lingyin Temple in 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 long and bearded, and the willows and cattails disturb the brush.
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. Staying in Jinshan Temple, one can transcend 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 the mind is not anchored, and 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 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.
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" by 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.
2. Poems describing Zen temples
The Zen temple behind Poshan Temple was often built. Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest. The winding path leads to the secluded place, and the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees. The mountain light is pleasing to the birds. The shadow of the pool is empty and the heart is empty. Everything is silent here, only the sound of bells and chimes can be heard. I remember a night tour of Chengtian Temple. On the night of October 12, the sixth year of Yuanfeng, Su Shi took off his clothes and was about to fall asleep. When the moonlight came into the house, he set out happily. Thoughtless. After enjoying themselves, I went to Chengtian Temple to look for Zhang Huaimin. Huaimin was still awake, so they walked together in the atrium. Under the courtyard, it looked like accumulated water, empty and clear. The water was crisscrossed with algae and covered with shadows of bamboo and cypress. It was a moonless night, where was the sky? There are no pines and cypresses, but there are few idle people like the two of us. I don’t know Xiangji Temple, but I can reach Yunfeng several miles away. There are no people walking on the ancient trees, so where can I find the clock in the deep mountains? Wang Wei’s "Passing Xiangji Temple" The green mountains are fortunate to bury the bones of the loyal, and the white iron is innocent Casting a minister. The beauty of April in the Yuewang Temple Couple is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom. Bai Juyi's "Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple" Hanshan Temple Qing Luding 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 know the fishing fire and appreciate the poet. There is no way to know the returning guest when traveling against the odds. Asking about the old truth of Hanyan.
As soon as the bell rang clearing the night, several people had the same dream but different lives. Hanshan Temple Wang Xideng of the Ming Dynasty 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 the 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, Gao Qi, Ming Dynasty. The maple bridge looks to the west of Bishan Mountain, and the temple faces Hanjiang River.
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. I parked on the maple bridge at night and looked at the Hanshan Temple. The night fire was sparse and the bells accompanied the loneliness. Ten years ago, I dreamed of parking on the maple bridge.
Qing Kuang didn’t see Manager Wang and came to ask about the tide outside Hanshan Temple. Hanshan Temple is surrounded by the falling maple trees in the Wujiang River, and the ancient Bishan Temple is alone with its Qiong.
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 empty and 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 Jiyue, the sky is filled with crows and frost, Jiangfeng fishing fire is facing melancholy, Hanshan Temple outside the city of Suzhou, the midnight bell is ringing for the passenger ship.
3. 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's "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 begin to bloom. ——(Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi's "Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple"
"The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees." The full poem content:
"Inscribed on the Zen courtyard behind Poshan Temple"< /p>
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 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.
Translation:
I walked into this ancient temple early in the morning, and the rising sun reflected the woods on the mountain.
Bamboo groves cover the path leading to the depths, and the flowers and trees in front and behind the Zen room are luxuriant and colorful.
The bright mountain light makes the birds more happy, and the clear water in the pond also refreshes the mind and purifies the mind.
At this moment, everything is silent, leaving only the sound of bells and 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). In the 15th year of Kaiyuan, he and Wang Changling were ranked Jinshi, and he was a long-term official. Unhappily, he traveled to famous places and lived a wandering life for a long time. Later he moved to live in seclusion in Ezhu. In the Dali calendar, he served as Xuyiwei. Tianbao was appointed Xuyiwei in his middle age. Later he lived in seclusion in Xishan, Ezhu. He spent his whole life in despair, being aloof and self-sufficient, and having no friends or dignitaries. There is a literary exchange with Wang Changling. His poetic conception is clear and distinct, his language is refined and natural, and he has unique artistic attainments. There are 57 existing poems, with narrow themes, most of which describe pastoral scenery, mountains and forests. Famous works such as "Inscription on the Zen Garden Behind the Poshan Temple" and "The Tomb of General Diao Wang", especially the previous couplet "The winding path leads to a secluded place, the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees" have been widely recited from ancient to modern times. He also has some excellent frontier poems. There are three volumes of "Chang Jian's Collection of Poems" and two volumes of "Chang Jian's Collection". His poems take pastoral and landscape as the main themes, and their style is close to that of Wang and Mencius. He is good at using concise and concise brushwork to express 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".
4. Ancient poems about temples
Chang Jian of the Tang Dynasty "Inscribed on the Buddhist Temple Behind Poshan Temple" 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. Qilu Temple Ode Ringing bells and incense cauldrons circle around 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 Complaint Ci (Qing.
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 in the orioles' sky in the Yu Temple.
——Lu You's "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.
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.
——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.
The setting sun, the grass and trees, the ordinary alleys, where the humane slaves once lived. I remember those days when we were fierce and powerful, and 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 by 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 and the green reflects the red, 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 meditation 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.
Inscribed on Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou, Zhang Hu, Tang Dynasty, the peaks and ridges are as wide as one 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 bang bells and drums to make a noise in the afternoon. The abbot Ningxiang sleeps in a hut, and the sea map is sewn into the quilt.
Inscribed on Jinshan Temple in Runzhou, Tang Dynasty, Zhang Hu 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 the mind is not anchored, and I walked to the top of the Zen Pass.
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.
Titled Xuankong Temple by Wu Lijia in 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.
Visiting the 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.
5. Poems about temples
"Farewell to Master Lingche"
Era: Tang Author: Liu Changqing
Cangcang Zhulin Temple , the bell rings late.
The lotus hat brings the setting sun, and the green mountains alone return to the distance.
"Jiangnan Spring"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Mu
Thousands of miles away, the orioles sing green and reflect red, and the water village, mountain and Guo wine flags are blown by the wind.
There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and many towers are in the mist.
"Passing Xiangji Temple"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: 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 spring is filled with dangerous rocks, and the sun is cold and green with green pine trees.
In the evening sky, the pond is filled with music, and Zen is used to control the poisonous dragon.
"Huanxisha·Visit to Qishui Qingquan Temple"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
Visit Qishui Qingquan Temple. The temple is adjacent to Lanxi River, which flows west.
At the foot of the mountain, the orchid buds are soaked in the stream, the sandy road among the pines is clean and mudless, and the raindrops are crying at dusk.
Who said there is no less in life? The water flowing in front of the door can still flow to the west! Stop singing yellow chicken with white hair.