1. Poems about rain and temples
Poems about rain and temples 1. What are the poems praising "temples in the rain"
1. Du Mu's " "Jiangnan Spring"
Thousands of miles away, the oriole crows, the green reflects the red, the water village, the mountain and the wine flag wind.
There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and many towers are in the mist.
2. "Inscribed on Zenzhi Temple in Yangzhou" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
When the rain passes, the cicadas make a noise, and the pines and osmanthus flutter in the air.
The steps are covered with moss, so the white bird stays late.
Deep trees grow in the evening mist, and the setting sun sets under the small building.
Who knew that Zhuxi Road, where singing and playing music were played, was Yangzhou.
3. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty "Returning from West Lake in the evening and looking back at Gushan Temple to present to the guests"
Liuhu starts from Songdao Lotus Temple and returns to the radial temple in the evening.
The rain is heavy in the low mountains of Luju, and the palm leaves are in the cool water.
The mist is swaying and the sky is blue, and the buildings and halls are scattered against the setting sun.
When you reach the shore, please look back. Penglai Palace is in the middle of the sea.
4. "Inscribed on Gushan Temple in Hangzhou" by Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty
The tower towers with green cens, leading into the center of the lake. Without rain, mountains will always be moist, and without clouds, water will be cloudy.
The broken bridge is barren and moss-ridden, and the empty courtyard is filled with deep flowers. I still recall the moon in the west window, and the sound of bells in the northern forest.
5. "Poppy Poppy Listening to the Rain" by Jiang Jie of the Song Dynasty
A young man listens to Yu's song upstairs. The red candle dims the tent. A young man listens to the rain and is a guest in the boat. The river is broad and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are calling the west wind.
Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk’s hut. There are stars on the temples. Joys and sorrows are always ruthless. Before the first term, every step until dawn.
Du Mu "Jiangnan Spring"
This poem not only describes the richness of the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, but also describes its vastness, depth and confusion. It depicts gorgeous and moving pictures, presents a profound and beautiful artistic conception, expresses strands of implicit and profound emotions, and gives people the enjoyment of beauty and the enlightenment of thought. Therefore, it has enjoyed a high reputation for thousands of years.
2. Poems from the Zen Temple in the Rain
The Zen Temple in the Rain Comes from Trees
Last weekend, we went to the Shifo Temple for classes, and the Mingxin Reading Club started. There are three girls, Wang Xiaopang, Nancy and Shu. On the day we went, it was raining heavily, and the water vapor rising from the road was white. There was no one around in the Shifo Temple, except for the sound of raindrops under the eaves. The lush green is eye-catching. Standing in front of the fence, I see a few plum trees climbing in front of me. The buds are just blooming, and crystal raindrops are falling. The fragrance of the flowers is dense and deep, and it is refreshing. Heart. Drizzle wet the streamer.
After two days in the temple, the three lovely girls each had their own insights. Wang Xiaopang was very diligent. He got up early to meditate and played with the puppies. He said, "The food in the temple is delicious, but I am swollen again!"
Miss Nancy said, "After dinner, I walked incense for 15 minutes, and then started to meditate for 45 minutes. I found a suitable posture and sat in a half-lotus position. My thoughts were racing at first, and then gradually calmed down after 5 minutes. The sound of raindrops could be heard clearly outside. Then the drums and bells began to play outside, and my thoughts began to get mixed up. I took a deep breath to adjust, and I felt like I couldn't stand it every second. . Semi-perfect.
The morning class at 5:30 had actually started at 6 o'clock. It was early in the morning when I started chanting. Master's voice was quiet and deep, reaching people's hearts. When matched with the drum beats, it sounded like rock music. The sky was getting brighter and the rain actually stopped. It was just that the weather was too cold and I was not wearing enough clothes. Missing. "Youyuanzi."
The tree girl gave us the biggest surprise when she came back. She posted a series of pictures and texts on Weibo. Not only were the pictures stunningly beautiful, but the texts were also elegant. So I organized it as follows:
Go to Shifo Temple to meditate. On a rainy day in early spring, there are almost no tourists. There are plum blossoms covered with jade beads in the temple. You can smell the sweet fragrance of plum blossoms when you get closer. While meditating in the meditation hall, you can hear the sound of raindrops falling into the pond. Pure, direct, present, non-dual.
The clear wind blew up the red silk rope hanging at the door, and the copper bell jingled like a whisper.
The simple rice and tea served at Shifo Temple is also delicious. I read the meal text carefully before the meal and was very moved. Even a small action can change the perspective from which we view the world, right?
"Tian Liang" and "Tian Hei" are two stray dogs living in Shifo Temple and are loved by all Zen practitioners. I thought that the dogs in the monastery followed everyone for fasting meals. Later, I saw Master feeding them dog food, and I realized that they rested in front of the meditation hall every day, played on the grass, walked with the practitioners, and occasionally fought with each other. They had no righteous thoughts and no ability. Delusion.
Maybe it’s because of the rainy day, but every grass, tree and stone here is permeated with Zen.
3. What are the poems praising "temples in the rain"
1. "Jiangnan Spring" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty The orioles are singing in thousands of miles, the green is reflected in red, and the wine flags in the water villages and mountains are winding.
There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and many towers are in the mist. 2. Du Mu, Tang Dynasty, "Inscribed on Zenzhi Temple in Yangzhou" When the rain passes, the cicadas make a noise, and the pines and osmanthus flutter in the air.
The steps are covered with moss, so the white bird stays late.
There are deep trees growing in the dusk mist, and the setting sun sets under the small building.
Who knew that Zhuxi Road, where singing and playing music were played, was Yangzhou. 3. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty "Returning from West Lake in the evening and looking back at Gushan Temple as a gift to all the guests" Liuhu starts from Songdao Lotus Temple and returns to the radial temple in the evening.
The rain is heavy in the low mountains of Luju, and the palm leaves are in the cool water. The mist is swaying and the sky is blue, and the buildings and halls are scattered against the setting sun.
When you reach the shore, please look back. Penglai Palace is in the middle of the sea. 4. "Inscribed on Gushan Temple in Hangzhou" by Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty, the towers are towering with green cens, leading into the center of the lake.
Without rain, the mountains will always be moist, and without clouds, the water will be cloudy. The broken bridge is barren and the moss is astringent, and the empty courtyard is filled with flowers.
I still remember the moon in the west window, and the bells are ringing in the northern forest. 5. Jiang Jie, Song Dynasty, "Poppy Poppy Listening to the Rain" A young man listens to the rain song upstairs.
The red candle dims the tent. A young man listens to the rain and is a guest in the boat.
The river is broad, the clouds are low, and the wild geese are calling the west wind. Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk's house.
There are stars on the temples. Joys and sorrows are always ruthless.
Every step of the way, from day to day. Du Mu's poem "Jiangnan Spring" not only describes the richness of the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, but also describes its vastness, depth and confusion.
It depicts gorgeous and moving pictures, presenting a deep and beautiful artistic conception, expressing strands of implicit and profound emotions, and giving people the enjoyment of beauty and the enlightenment of thought. Therefore, it has enjoyed a high reputation for thousands of years.
4. Poems related to temples
"Night Mooring on Maple Bridge"
Zhang Ji
The moon is setting and the sky is full of crows and frost. , Jiang Feng Yuhuo versus Chou Mian.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship.
Dielianhua
Jingu Road, Orchid Pavilion, Yumiao. A night of clear frost dyed all the trees by the lake. The parrot's cup is so deep that you don't complain. He knows where he is when you meet him.
The passing years cannot be retained. The beauty in the mirror will eventually fade away. Ding Ningjun remembers that gods must be made by idle people.
——Lu You
Visiting Tianzhu Temple with his nephew Liang, the governor of Hangzhou
Tang Author: Li Bai
Hanging on the mat at Lingpeng Qiu, Watch the waves and rest in Zhanglou. Three mountains are moving and enjoying life, and five horses are traveling together.
Tianzhu forest is in sight, and the pine wind rustles in autumn. Gaze at the clouds to gauge changes, and explore the water in a quiet and quiet place.
The mountains are separated by the distant sea, and the pavilion is written to return to the current. The poem is proud of the clouds and the moon, and the good things are all over Wuzhou.
Yong Yu Le·Jingkou Beigu Pavilion Nostalgia for the Past·Xin Qiji
Throughout the ages, there is no hero to be found, Sun Zhong seeks a place. On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the wind and the rain. The setting sun, the grass and trees, the ordinary alleys, where the slaves of humanity once lived. I think back then, when we were strong and strong, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.
Yuan Jia hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won a hasty visit to the north. Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road. But looking back, under the Buddha and Li Temple, there is a sacred crow drum. Who can ask: Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?
Passing Xiangji Temple
Wang Wei
I didn’t know Xiangji Temple, but I entered Yunfeng several miles away.
The ancient trees are untraveled, and there are no bells in the mountains.
The sound of the spring swallows the rocks, and the sun is cold and green.
In the evening sky, the pond is filled with music, and Zen is used to control the poisonous dragon.
Passing by Tanxing Shanyuan of Guanhua Temple
Wang Wei
Holding a bamboo stick at dusk, they were waiting for each other at Huxitou.
Urge guests to hear the sound of mountains and return to their houses to follow the flow of water.
The wild flowers are blooming, and the valley birds are singing quietly.
Sitting in the empty forest at night (Yizuo Village), it is quiet, the pines and the wind are as straight as autumn.
5. Poems about Visiting the Ancient Temple in the Rain
"Jiangnan Spring" by Du Mu The orioles are singing in thousands of miles, the green is reflected in red, and the wine flags are blowing in the mountains and rivers of water.
There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, and many towers are in the mist and rain. The Peach Blossoms of Dalin Temple by Bai Juyi The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms of the mountain temple begin to bloom.
I always regret that there is no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn. "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" Zhang Jiyue is full of frost as the sky is full of crows and crows, Jiang Feng fishes and fires face melancholy.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship. Visiting Tianzhu Temple in the Tang Dynasty with my nephew Liang, the governor of Hangzhou. Author: Li Bai sat on Lingpengqiu and watched the waves while resting in Zhanglou.
Three mountains are moving, and five horses are traveling together. Tianzhu forest is in sight, and the pine wind rustles in autumn.
Look at the clouds to gauge the changes, and touch the water in a quiet and quiet place. The mountains are separated by the distant sea, and the pavilion is written to return to the stream.
The poem becomes proud of the clouds and the moon, and the joy is all over Wuzhou. After passing Xiangji Temple, Wang Wei didn't know Xiangji Temple. He entered Yunfeng several miles away.
The ancient trees are untraveled, and there are no bells in the mountains. The sound of the spring swallows the rocks, and the sun is cold and green.
In the evening sky, the pond is filled with music, and Zen is used to control the poisonous dragon. After passing the Guanhua Temple, Master Tanxing of the Shanyuan, Wang Weimu, held a bamboo stick and greeted each other at Huxitou.
Urge guests to hear the sound of mountains and return to their houses to follow the flow of water. The wild flowers are blooming, and the valley bird sings quietly.
Sitting in the empty forest at night (Yizuo Village), it is quiet, the pines and the wind are as straight as autumn. The Zen Temple behind the Poshan Temple is often built. Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.
The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees. The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart.
All sounds are silent, except for the sound of bells and chimes.
6. Poems about temples
"Farewell to Master Lingche"
Era: Tang Author: Liu Changqing
Cangcang Zhulin Temple , the bell rings late.
The lotus hat brings the setting sun, and the green mountains alone return to the distance.
"Jiangnan Spring"
Era: Tang Author: Du Mu
Thousands of miles away, the orioles sing green and reflect red, and the water village, mountain and Guo wine flags are blown by the wind.
There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and many towers are in the mist.
"Passing Xiangji Temple"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Wang Wei
I don't know Xiangji Temple, but I have entered Yunfeng several miles away.
The ancient trees are untraveled, and there are no bells in the mountains.
The spring is filled with dangerous rocks, and the sun is cold and green with green pine trees.
In the evening sky, the pond is filled with music, and Zen is used to control the poisonous dragon.
"Huanxisha·Visit to Qishui Qingquan Temple"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
Visit Qishui Qingquan Temple. The temple is adjacent to Lanxi River, which flows west.
At the foot of the mountain, the orchid buds are soaked in the stream, the sandy road among the pines is clean and mudless, and the raindrops are crying at dusk.
Who said there is no less in life? The water flowing in front of the door can still flow to the west! Stop singing yellow chicken with white hair.
7. Poems describing temples
The Zen Temple behind Poshan Temple
Tang Changjian
Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.
The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees.
The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart.
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Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom.
Everlasting regret has no place to return to in spring. , I don’t know where to turn.
Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion,
The water surface The clouds are low at the beginning.
A few early orioles are vying for warmth in the trees.
Whose new swallows are pecking at the spring mud.
The chaotic flowers are gradually charming the eyes,< /p>
Only Asakusa has no horse hooves.
My favorite lake is not enough to go eastward,
The white sand embankment in the shade of green poplars.
Reminiscing about Jiangnan
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Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Reminiscing about the south of the Yangtze River,
The most memorable thing is Hangzhou.
Searching for osmanthus seeds in the moon in the mountain temple,
County Watching the tide from the pavilion pillow,
When will we visit again?
Song of Returning to Lumen at Night
Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
The bells of the mountain temple are ringing. It is already dark, and the Yuliang Ferry is noisy as they scramble to cross.
People follow. Xiangjiang Village on the beach, Yu Yi took a boat back to Lumen.
The moonlight in Lumen opened the smoke trees, and suddenly he came to Pang Gong's hiding place.
The pine path in Yanfei is long and lonely. There are ghosts coming and going.
Night Mooring at Maple Bridge
Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty
The sky is full of frost as the moon sets and crows cry,
Jiang Feng fishes and fires versus Chou Mian.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City,
The midnight bell rings to the passenger ship.