One accidentally cut the willow branches of this generation and occasionally saw the shadow clouds according to the cut.
The body of the body begins to feel that the name is, and the heart knows that the bitter behavior is not.
Who is like me in the silence of foreign objects, pine grass color is inorganic. Spring, Translation of Landscape Description and Annotation
In Mystery, a new tea innovator goes home on a warm mountain road in the spring.
I accidentally cut willow branches as the body double of Zagreb, and occasionally I saw a cloud shadow cutting clothes accordingly.
I feel that it is right to go to fame when I am at leisure, and I don't know the right and wrong of asceticism until I realize it.
In Zen silence, many foreign objects are in trouble like me, and pine trees sound like spring grass.
Appreciate the poet's feeling of spring. The author feels the leisure and freedom of Zen from the spring willow, white clouds, pine sound and grass color. Thus, the poet broke through the shackles of various customs and reached the realm of freedom. So he lamented that it was by destroying misleading pseudonyms that he was able to do so. It is conceivable that as the tenth grandson of Xie Lingyun, he inherited a very high talent, and his family can have glorious hope for him. However, as a monk, he really needs courage and diligence. After becoming a monk, he practiced Mahayana Zen and pursued spiritual enlightenment, which was no longer limited to chanting scriptures and keeping precepts. Now, he has finally reached the realm of Zen enlightenment and is at ease everywhere. Sang Jueran (730-799), a native of Huzhou (Xing Wu, Zhejiang), was the founder of China's landscape poems, the tenth grandson of Xie Lingyun, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty and a tea monk, and presided over the Miaoxi Temple in Zhushan, Xing Wu. He is quite accomplished in literature, Buddhism and tea science. Together with Yan Zhenqing, Che Ling and Lu Yu, there are 470 poems by Jiao Ran. Most of them are farewell and return works. Relaxed mood, simple language. Jiao Ran's Poetic Theory Works "Poetic Style". Jiao ran
Listen carefully to the cry of Du Yu in Chunshan. Voice is a farewell poem. Fly back to Bai Niao. Lying on the rock of Zheng Zizhen, while Tao Zheng was in the chrysanthemum period. Now I can recite the action of Beishan. -Song Dynasty Xin Qiji's "Huanxisha Hu Quan Road, Farewell to Kings in Fujian" Huanxisha Hu Quan Road, Farewell to Kings in Fujian.
Listen carefully to the cry of Du Yu in Chunshan. Voice is a farewell poem. Fly back to Bai Niao.
Lying on the rock of Zheng Zizhen, while Tao Zheng was in the chrysanthemum period. Now I can recite the action of Beishan. Writing scenery, allusions and lyricism in spring is sad in early spring. Instead of worrying about accompanying guests, I feel older with others. Red goes into peach blossoms and green goes into willow leaves. Homecoming should be unfinished, and the four seas are still dusty. -Du Fu's "The Works of Councillor Li Dudu in Early Spring" in the Tang Dynasty was written by Councillor Li Dudu in early spring.
Sitting on a sunny morning, I feel sad when I come.
Instead of worrying about accompanying guests, I feel older with others.
Red goes into peach blossoms and green goes into willow leaves.
Homecoming should be unfinished, and the four seas are still dusty. In spring, homesickness is sad, the spring breeze is getting better and better, and there is not much residual snow on the high cliff. The spider silk hanging in the air is flying with quiet squid, and Bai Niao can be seen far from the stone road. Sometimes I miss my old friends in the mountains, and how many times I dream of the cave of wisteria in the fog. The clothes were covered with dust, and finally, the well reached Caihe and water chestnut by the lake. -Wang Shouren in the Ming Dynasty "Spring Sunny" Spring Sunny
With the forest gradually calming down, there are not many people on the mountain who can go to Xue.
The spider silk hanging in the air is flying with quiet squid, and Bai Niao can be seen far from the stone road.
Sometimes I miss my old friends in the mountains, and how many times I dream of the cave of wisteria in the fog.
The clothes were covered with dust, and finally, the well reached Caihe and water chestnut by the lake. In spring, write about the scenery and express your feelings.