Author: Jia Dao
Before and after the peak, the temple is in the new autumn, and the top window sees Wozhou.
People smell crickets, and cranes hang macaques.
Crossing the empty river in the middle of the night, the ancient stone building is cold in the moon.
My heart recalls the attempt to hang the sail, and I thank you for traveling here in the past year.
See temple poems when traveling.
Author: Zhu Fang
Without running water, it is difficult to know how deep Shi Jian Temple is.
Modaoshan has no companion, and macaques grow on ancient pine branches.
Sudong Hengshan Lai (Du Mu)
The lonely boat road is gradually on credit, when you see a peach blossom. The sound of the stream and rain beach is urgent, and the rock wind and trees are oblique. Macaques hang weak willows. I sleep in a level hawthorn. When Ruan went to Xianlin Mountain Villa, no one knew his family.