Poems of Shunzhi returning to the mountains
[Qing] Aisingiorro Fu Lin
The world is like a mountain, and there are alms bowls everywhere for you to eat.
Gold and white jade are not expensive, but robes are difficult.
I am the master of mountains and rivers, and I care about my country and people.
Thirty-six thousand days in a hundred years is not as good as a monk's half-day leisure.
When you are confused, you will be fascinated, and the world will be empty when you walk around.
Who I was before I was born and who I was after I was born.
It's me when I grow up, but who is it when I fall asleep? .
It's better not to come or go. If you come, you will be happy, and if you come, you will be sad.
Worry and joy are mixed, who knows that you will be idle all day.
If we can solve the monk's family affairs, it's not too late to turn back from now on.
Nothing in the world is more carefree and comfortable than becoming a monk.
I eat well in my mouth and often wear patchwork clothes.
All corners of the country are guests, all because bodhi is planted on earth.
They are all real arhats, wearing the third-class clothes of Tathagata.
Rabbits and birds fly east and west, don't try your best.
Midnight is a century-old dream, and Wan Li plays a game of chess.
Jiuzhou solution, Qin swallowed six countries, and Han ascended the throne.
There are many heroes in ancient and modern times, and the north and south mountains lie in mud.
The yellow robe was changed into a purple cassock, only for a poor thought of that year.
I was born in the emperor's family because I was born in the west. .
I haven't been free for eighteen years. When will I stop traveling to the north?
I want to give up and go back to the mountains. Who cares about the future and the future?
Late spring grain wine
Bai Juyi
Flowers fall like snow, and temples hang like silk.
Spring has come and gone, and I am old and young.
Life waits for wealth, and happiness is often bitter and late.
It is better to be poor, sad and miserable.
Sell my horse and give me old clothes.
Try your best to sell wine and drink and walk home as drunk as a fiddler.
The first place is unknown, and the skeleton is getting worse.
Drunk in the yellow house, who knows who I am?
Late spring grain wine
Bai Juyi
Flowers fall like snow, and temples hang like silk.
Spring has come and gone, and I am old and young.
Life waits for wealth, and happiness is often bitter and late.
It is better to be poor, sad and miserable.
Sell my horse and give me old clothes.
Try your best to sell wine and drink and walk home as drunk as a fiddler.
The first place is unknown, and the skeleton is getting worse.
Drunk in the yellow house, who knows who I am?
Jing Fushun sat in the old night, and the ancients twitched their noses.
[Song] Su Zhe
Middle-aged people feel wrong when they hear the word, but they still follow the teacher when they meet.
Chu's nose diameter refers to his true face, and he will not be hammered by other pliers when he turns around.
What's with the dead vine and the broken vine? Who am I?
Shamefully, on the last moon in Dong Xuan, a glass of manna was slippery.
Drink wine/alcohol
[Ming] Chen Xianzhang
Don't stop drinking, sing for me. I forgot who I am today.
Avoid people, fiddle with the bow flute, and there will be no moon shadow.
Lufu sleeps in the spring and spends the moon, Jiangmen Qiushui Xinghe.
Bamboo bow holding the hands of idle people, I gradually feel that I have played ducks more in recent years.
I hope I can help you. Thank you. I hope it will be adopted.