Twelve poems about visiting Longmen
Song Dynasty. Han Wei
Qianxi
Li Gong’s old forest valley, and this and several Grant.
The clear spring flows endlessly, and the dense bamboos are old and beautiful.
I am ashamed of being a savage and come to watch the stream flowers.
Shengshan Temple
Zhi Jingfan had a few dishes and sat in the hall to chat for a while.
When the dragon went away, the old rock was empty, and there were still rocks left in the cliff collapse.
No monks were seen in the forest, the birds were chirping and the mountains were silent.
Stone Tower
Looking back to Zhiyungen, the structure emerges from the stone surface.
The river is sloping into eight pools, and the wilderness is cut off by two cliffs.
Open your arms openly and drink wine to see the spectacle.
Xixi
I came from Nanling and led the bridle down to Yunmu.
I don’t know where the stream is, but I can see the valley full of green.
The cool leaves cover the mountain springs, and the bamboo huts are built.
Above Xiangshan Mountain
I am greedy for curiosity and forget about selfless work.
I have traveled all over the place, but I stand looking at the top of the Buddha.
Don’t forget to return home at dusk, the green mountains are full of smoke.
Bai Fu Shadow Hall
People from far away will ride on the transformation, and life and death will not be burdensome.
The portrait is the same as the past, and the forgotten words are not the world.
As soon as I laid the wine glass under the temple, the cool breeze came in solemnly.
Baoying Temple
If there is no road in the forest, the bells and chimes will come out of the valley.
Cut stones to create niches for monks, and dig into gold to paint Buddhist houses.
As the sun sets, the sky is full of clouds and trees.
Guanghua Temple
The sun shines on the end of the fragrant temple, and the wind blows under the stone gate.
If you pray sincerely, the situation will be good.
It's safe to fly into the clouds, sit back and watch the spiritual sprinkling.
Lishe Pagoda Courtyard
Where Xu Gong was studying, the dust seemed to blow away.
The door is closed and the monk does not return, and the eaves are low and the swallows fly out.
Exalted people cannot see it, but the stone tower calms the bones.
Lu Xi
The beauty has been gone for a long time, and the stream is like a thread.
Chunfeng bows to the old monk, sitting in the spring courtyard in Qingyin.
As we entered the depths of the mountain, the sounds of birds in the forest changed.
Looking at Luo Pavilion from Bodhi Courtyard
How tall is this pavilion, overlooking Yi and Luo.
But in the past, in the place of Dingding, the clouds flew to the Guan Pavilion.
Gongan Ji is here, and the weather is bad.
Qianyuan Temple
Linshen Temple is alone, and the road around the valley is still narrow.
Xu walked out of ten thousand trees and built two pavilions.
As soon as I practice the coolness, I realize that the world is turbid.
Poetry of the White Horse Temple
Song Dynasty. Li Lao
The Hanjiang River spreads over the Han River, and the Chushan Mountain meanders.
The Hengmen Gate covers half of the foothills, with towering layers of flying trees.
The high forest opens up to the Chinese trees, and the twin springs close to the Yao Zun.
Turtles and fish are swimming in the water, and cows and horses are swimming in the water.
I live outside the Guan Pass, so this plan will come true in the spring.
The fragrant water chestnuts and ginseng show off their beauty.
Part 1 of Xingyinchi, let’s pour the brew into the pot.