Li Yu crossed the Kaaba and pointed back to Xiudi.
Twilight ushered in the end of the day, and the spring breeze embraced the rock flow.
Empty music leaks, cigarettes are fine.
Since then, the jade paste has flooded, and the fairy jade has risen.
Tang Shen's trip to Shaolin Temple
Long song traveled to treasure land, only relying on Zhu Lin.
The ancient style of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda still exists, and the years of Longchi are deep.
The garden is clear, and your highness is overcast in autumn.
It was a foggy night on the way home, and cicadas were everywhere.
Song Lizhi's Shaolin Temple Poems
The hometown of Zen is ancient Shaolin, and the remains of Dojo are filled with smoke.
The mountains cover the stone feet and the sun sets early, and the clouds stop the bell from coming out of the valley.
I've only walked through a sky for nine years, and my face is heavy.
To know that Miao people can preach Dharma, cypress still knows the main heart.