Author: Ding
Temple buildings are directly adjacent to mountains, and the land of plenty is in the southeast of Tianjin.
A poet who only cherishes the interests of teeth and the market, but can't smell the sense of fishing fire.
There is no such thing as returning from a trip. It should be true to ask Lao Hanyan.
When the bell rang in the clear night, several people had their own dreams.
Ye Bo Qiaofengwang Hanshan Temple
Night fire with loneliness, ten years dream of Qiao Feng. Didn't see Wang Sili, Qing Kuang came to Hanshan Temple to ask about the tide.
Hanshan Temple
Wujiang River roared, maple leaves fell, and Bishan Ancient Temple enjoyed itself. The cold bird went down to the rock side tower, and the residual photos showed the monk pine outside the road. There is no vulgar rhyme in the empty gaozhai, but there is a hint of Maitreya and a strong wind. The ship is far away in the cold wave, and the dream should have the taste of midnight. Hanshan Temple Wang Ming Xi Deng
Author: Wang Ming Hidden
On the west side of the ancient temple, there are green hills everywhere.
Stone dragons don't make rain, but river finches still sing the wind.
It is difficult to determine whether the city is close to the monk, and the flowers are not red in spring.
Candles flow outside the door and the dust is dark.
The title is "Ten Scenes of Qiao Feng in Gusu"
Author: Wen Ming Zhiming
Jinchang's westward advance brought cold, and made a plan for Feng Dan to fall into misty rain.
When the fishing fire is green, the guest star hears the clock alone.
Shuiliang people are quiet and lonely in Jiangcheng, but the moon is still falling and the frost is still black.
This desolate ancient temple is full of smoke. Do Zhang Ji's poems still exist?
Farewell to Hanshan Temple
Author: Qi
Fengqiao looks at the blue mountains in the west, and the temple covers the Han River alone.
The clock in the boat urges the walker to get up, and the lamp in the tower shines on the monk to return.
Fishing should be lonely, the official road is rustling and the leaves are sparse.
Be sure to stop outside Gusu City to see off the princess's singing season.
Qiao Feng Temple
Author: Song Yugui
The lake is full of moonlight, the sky is bright, and the sound of geese makes people sleep.
In the past, I have been to Qiao Feng, and I tied a boat next to the stone embankment. Qiao Feng Zhang Hu
The grass is rustling outside Changzhou Garden, but it takes a long time to go around the city.
Only by not forgetting today can we get rid of the rain at dusk and cross the Maple Bridge.
Huai Feng Wuzhong is a scholar with a unique talent.
The grass outside Changzhou Garden is rustling, but it is a long journey.
Just don't forget that this time, the autumn rain will cross the Maple Bridge.
Two songs from Wu Song Road Middle School
The rain rustled in Xiao Lu, and the leaves in Jiangxiang fell.
It's freezing cold, the goose is in a hurry, and the guests are far away at the end of the year.
The bird dodged the sail, but the fish jumped with fright.
Why are you alone? Frosty moon is a maple bridge.
Visiting Tiger Hill in Late Autumn
Lonely empty corridors and dark grass, the wind around Baohuatai.
The river is cold, the dragon fights, the ancient clouds are deep, and magpies come.
The old pine in the mountain pavilion is covered with green vines, and the stone altar is fragrant with moss.
The cold bell knocks down the maple bridge and the moon, and the Zen monk returns home late at night.
The four lotus leaves on the Songjiang boat sometimes have an unexpected last sentence, so they are mentioned.
Listen to the maple bridge clock at night and take advantage of Songjiang water.
Guests travel in a hurry, and it is also gratifying to stay less.
Eat mandarin fish fat, Mo Wen perch beauty.
Ji Heng Can Wei Wu Ying
The heart does not go to the edge, and the trace follows the personnel.
Looking for autumn grass trails alone, staying at Hanshan Temple overnight.
This county is idle, and it is cold and cold.
The history of Ada sending monks back to the mountains
Chu customs turn flowers to welcome themselves, and the secret people don't know.
Night at Hanshan Temple, snow trails ring Suk Kim.
Visit Shan Jiang again.
Hanshan Temple is tilted, only weeping willows hang.
Don't wait for the new pavilion to cry, you always know rebeccalu.
Monk Yang is lazy.
Wild cranes live forever, but lonely clouds are uncertain.
Although the trace is in the world, the heart is outside the dust.
I'm sorry, I once saw "The Cypress Bedroom" at the age of crimson people.
It feels wonderful to lean against the hole.
Learn from Fang in summer and leave this spring.
Flying sails and misty rain, in Xiyunlin.
Relaxation makes traveling easier, while staying in your mind keeps thinking away.
Listen to the bell ring at night, there should be Hanshan Temple.
Qiao Feng Hanshan Temple
Jiang Feng sings, but the temple is still cold.
If you don't change the road ahead, you will still hear midnight.
The ground is cool and the moon is bright, and the village is full of hookahs.
Who has seen it? It should be unique and loose.
Qiao Feng
When I return to the pond in the cold dusk, where will the towering sail girl go? A few lines of Hongyan books came less, and a tourist came late. Customs officials are still worried about not paying taxes, and the people on the list only know each other in their dreams. I accidentally fished in a river and remembered the poems of Hanshan Temple.