1, the most leisurely Laba poem: I will hold a fisherman's hat and be a fisherman.
Word Tian, Hong's "Night Snow" Song:
Wild shop in winter. Green wine has a strong flavor in spring. I don't agree with you now. There are endless streams and endless mountains here.
There are some plums, some bamboo and some pine trees. Basket and music, the evening is sparse. Looking at the lonely village, the sun was in a hurry.
Night window snow array, Xiao pillow Yunfeng. Then you have a fishing boat, a fishing hat and a fisherman.
In Laba this year, Xinhe Wang's friends went climbing, which was very comfortable. A group of people rested in the shop and drank a cup of spring wine. From time to time, there are several beautiful plums, several solitary bamboos and several pine trees in the streams and mountains along the way, which is refreshing.
Living in an isolated village at dusk, the cold wind blows on my face and the snow rushes through the window at night. After dawn, I went to "An old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue" with fishing gear, which made me feel anxious. In winter, people who are still in the mood to travel in the mountains must be optimistic and open-minded. Who says winter is not a travel day? As long as you relax, it is always good.
2. The most ceremonial Laba poem: the dusk adds color and the rest is brilliant.
Worship in Shicheng Temple in Shan County on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
The stone wall opens a golden statue, and the Xiangshan is surrounded by an iron fence. See Maitreya Buddha in the afterlife, and return home. Bamboo and cypress are ancient in Zen, but the balcony world is rare.
The sunset glow adds color and the afterglow is brilliant. The lecture was invited to give lectures, and the bathrobe was applied to the spring hall. I am willing to contribute to water and machine dust removal from now on.
This Laba Festival, Meng Haoran came to Shicheng Temple to worship Buddha. Laba Festival is not only a folk festival, but also an important festival in Buddhism. Meng Haoran came to Shicheng Temple and saw the bamboo and cypress here. Terraces are uneven, the setting sun is foggy and the sunset glow is green. This temple is quaint, deep and solemn.
In the face of the grand Buddha bathing ceremony, the poet also made a wish in his heart, hoping to wash away his dust and vulgar heart with eight virtues, guide himself into Zen and touch the incense. Every festival hides a wish.