Poems of You Wuzhen Temple (One Hundred and Thirty Rhymes)
[Author] Bai Juyi ? [Dynasty] Tang
In the autumn of the ninth year of Yuanhe, the first quarter of the eighth month. I visited Wuzhen Temple, which is located in Wangshun Mountain.
After walking four or five miles into the mountain, I first heard the gurgling water. Since then, he has given up his carriage and horses and started to enter Lanxi Bay.
He holds a green bamboo stick in his hand and treads on the white stone beach with his feet. It's strange that my ears and eyes are wide open, and I can't hear the noise of the world.
Looking from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, I first doubted that it was unreachable. Who knows there is a road in the middle, twisting and turning to the top of the rock.
After taking a breath, he rested under the flag pole and rested next to the stone niche. The niche is more than ten feet long, and the door is unobstructed.
Looking up, no one can be seen, and the stone hair hangs down like a servant girl. White bats appeared in surprise and flew like snow.
Looking back at the temple gate, you can see Zhu Xuan on the green cliff. It's like opening up the belly of a mountain and placing a temple in it.
There is no flat ground at the entrance, the ground is narrow and the void is wide. The rooms, corridors and terraces follow the peaks and ridges.
There is no soil in the rocks, and the trees are mostly thin and strong. The roots are long and bouldering, and they are bent like insects and snakes.
The pine and osmanthus are in disorder, and the four seasons are lush. The branches are green and green, and the sound is like a string in the wind.
The sun and moon are opaque, and the green shade intersects with each other. The sound of a quiet bird sounds like a chilling cicada.
The first time I rested in the guest pavilion, I didn’t have time to sit down. In a moment, I opened the door to the north, and suddenly everything became clear.
The rainbow is fluttering on the eaves, and the clouds are whirling around the building. White rain in the red day, cloudy and sunny in the same river.
The wild green grass and trees stretch the horizon to Qinyuan. The Wei River is so thin that it can’t be seen, and the Han Tomb is smaller than the fist.
But when I came here, I looked at the way and reflected the Zhulan. People who come up the mountain all the time can be seen from a distance.
In front of the pagoda, there are winds blowing from all four directions. Luanhuan and Huhu are exactly golden and green.
Yunxi Kasyapa Buddha sat in nirvana here. The iron bowl is still there, but the handwriting is still there.
The Jade Statue Hall opens to the west, with Bai Fusen standing shoulder to shoulder. Wear dusty clothes and pay homage to the ice and snow face.
The layer of frost is a cassock, and the hail is a garland. If you look closely at the ghost technique, its traces are not carved on stone.
The first time I went to Guanyin Hall, I didn’t hear the sandalwood. Take off your shoes when you go up the stairs, gather your feet and ascend to the pure feast.
There are six rows of jade mirrors and four seats covered with gold. The night lights up on its own, without waiting for lamps and candles to burn.
The treasures hold their heads low to each other, wearing green coral flags. The wind comes like heavenly music, and the sound of each other is Shanshan.
The white beads are dripping with dew and the red beads are dripping with blood. Decorate it on the Buddha's bun and form a crown of seven treasures.
The two bottles of white glass look like the cold autumn water. I can see the relics from across the bottle, turning around like golden elixirs.
What kind of object is the jade flute? Heaven and man give it to the garden. Its sound is like the sound of autumn cranes, which can summon immortals.
It is the time of autumn, March and May are perfect. The treasure hall has three open doors, with the golden spirit in front of it.
The moon and the treasure shine at each other, and the crystal light competes for the beauty. It chills people's hearts and bones, and makes them unable to sleep at night.
Looking for the Nanta Road at dawn, the bamboos are in disorder and the chandeliers are low. There is no one in the forest, and cold butterflies are flying around.
I don’t know the name of the mountain fruit, and I am separated from the road. It is enough to cure hunger and fatigue. It tastes sweet and sour when picked.
Daonan Blue Valley God, Purple Umbrella and White Paper Money. If there are floods and droughts every year, the imperial edict will be ordered to repair Pingfan.
Because the land is pure, there is no meat or meat in the offering. There are four or five piles of dangerous rocks, which are bright and craggy.
What does the creator mean? They are piled on the east side of the rock. It's cold and slippery with no trace of people, and the moss spots are like flower paper.
I come to the top to face the unpredictable abyss. I was so dizzy that my limbs fell off and I didn't dare to look down.
The wind comes from under the stone and blows away people. The clothes are like feathers, spread out to fly. \There are three precarious peaks, and there are swords and swords on the peaks. Often white clouds pass by, revealing the blue sky.
When the sun sets in the northwest, the sunset is red. Thousands of miles away from the green screen, I walked down Danshawan.
When the moon rises in the southeast, the night air is green. At the bottom of a hundred-foot green pond, a golden plate is written.
The blue water is as blue as day and night. It goes around the mountain, looking down like a green ring.
It may become a slow flow, or it may become a turbulent flow. In the deepest part of Hongcheng, dragon saliva emerges.
Entering sideways, the hanging steps are particularly dangerous. The rosy flowers are licking the alfalfa trees, and the apes are drinking from the streams.
The egrets burst out from the snow, and the red turtles are startled by the dancing brocade. Take a break to wash your hands and wash away the troubles in your body.
It penetrates both shallow and deep, and can illuminate the brain and liver. But the love is pure and the bottom is clear, and the desire to find it is unknown.
The east cliff is full of strange rocks and is covered with blue and green tiles. The hair is warm and moist on the outside, with yun and 玙璠 in it.
Bian He has been dead for a long time, and many good jade have been discarded. Sometimes it shines with brilliance, and at night it connects with the stars and the moon.
The highest peak in the center is supported by a sky-blue jade pole. (Jiong left for the rat) (Rat order) If I can't get up, how can I climb up?
There is a white lotus pond above, with plain flowers covering the clear waves. Famous and inaccessible, the place is unparalleled.
There is another piece of stone, as big as a square-foot brick. Insert it on half the wall, and it hangs thousands of feet below.
There is a past teacher who sat in meditation without birth. It is called the centering stone and has been passed down from generation to generation.
But when I went to visit the Immortal Temple, the vines and grasses grew continuously. I heard in the past that the Wang family's son had emerged and ascended to Xuan.
To the west is the medicinal terrace, facing the Zhi Shu field. It was a bright moonlit night, and I heard the words of Yellow Crane.
Returning to Hualong Hall, the two old men had spots on their temples. When I want to see and listen to the Dharma, I happily salute the seal altar.
Returning to the spring cave, it transformed into a winding dragon. There is a hole in the stone in front of the steps, and there is white smoke when it rains.
There used to be monks who wrote sutras, their bodies were calm and their minds were focused. Feeling that the doves outside the clouds are flying in a flock.
Come to add water to the inkstone and drink from the spring at the bottom of the rock. Going back and forth three times a day, the season is long and there is no regret.
He became a holy monk and his disciple was named Yang Nan. Recite this lotus gatha, and the number will be tens of billions.
When the body is broken, the mouth is not broken, and the root of the tongue is like a red lotus. The skull is gone, but the stone letter still exists.
There are Wu paintings on the pink wall, and the brushwork is still fresh. There is Chu's calligraphy on the plain screen, and the ink color is as freshly dried.
Spiritual realms and strange traces are everywhere. After traveling for five days and nights, I still lingered when I wanted to return.
I am a native of the mountains, but I was led by the net of time by mistake. Leading people to study, pushing and pulling orders to serve as officials.
Not only was he appointed to the literary department, but he also admonished the officials. If you are clumsy and straight at the wrong time, it will be useless to have a vegetarian meal.
This makes you feel ashamed, and you will often feel unhappy. Without any intention, all the efforts are exhausted, and the body is still in shape.
Now that I have taken off the hairpin group, I feel free from worries. And if you are traveling in mountains and rivers, you will have to indulge in sparseness and stubbornness.
The wild elk breaks its bonds and walks without restraint. If you put the fish in the pond into the sea, when will you get it back?
Wearing layman's clothes, holding the Nanhua Chapter. Finally came to live in this mountain, forever grateful to the middle edge of the district.
I am now in my forties, and will be idle for the rest of my life. If we take seventy periods, we still get thirty years. A brief introduction to Bai Juyi, the author of "Poems of Youwu Zhen Temple (One Hundred and Thirty Rhymes)"
Bai Juyi (772-846), also known as Lotte, also known as Xiangshan Jushi, also known as Mr. Zuiyin, was born in Xinzheng, Henan (now Xinzheng City, Zhengzhou, Henan) ) was a great realist poet in my country's Tang Dynasty and one of the three major poets in the Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi was born in Dongguozhai, Xinzheng, Zhengzhou (now Dongguosi Village, Xinzheng City) in the first month of the seventh year of Dali (772) of Emperor Daizong of the Tang Dynasty. Bai's ancestral home is Taiyuan, Shanxi. Bai Juyi's grandfather Bai Kun immigrated to Xiagui (now north of Weinan City, Shaanxi). Bai Quan later served as the county magistrate of Gong County (now Gongyi City, Zhengzhou, Henan Province), and was a good friend of the magistrate of Xinzheng County, his neighbor at that time. Seeing the beautiful mountains and clear waters of Xinzheng, he moved to Xinzheng. Bai Juyi himself was born in Xinzheng, Henan Province. After his death, he was buried in Luoyang, Henan. The memorial hall of Bai Juyi's former residence is located on the outskirts of Luoyang, and Baiyuan (Bai Juyi's Tomb) is located on Pipa Peak in Xiangshan Mountain in the south of Luoyang City. Bai Juyi's poetry has a wide range of themes, diverse forms, and simple and popular language. He is known as the "Poetry Demon" and the "Poetry King". He became a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy and a doctor of Zuo Zanshan. There is "Bai's Changqing Collection" handed down from generation to generation, and his representative poems include "Song of Everlasting Sorrow", "Charcoal Seller", "Pipa Play" and so on.
Bai Juyi's other works
○ Song of Everlasting Regret
○ Spring trip to Qiantang Lake
○ Cao/Farewell with ancient grass
○ Watching the Cutting of Wheat
○ Recalling Jiangnan·Jiangnan is Good
○ More works by Bai Juyi