Fei Chun's Biography: Shitan has few literary names. Filial piety, love Ji Di. The analysis of wealth has the wind of Xu Wu, which is lighter than Shi Jin. In my spare time, I send my feelings and chant to express my spirit. The style is similar to that of the late Tang Dynasty.
titled Tianning Temple Building
I don't think that in the city, my heart will be clearer in the future; After everything, I sit and know that there is no life; The ancient Buddha smiled, and the leaves failed to sing; High-rise buildings try to see the pole, and the far peak is obliquely illuminated.
In front of the Prime Minister's shrine, the clothes were dressed, and the fur was cold. The crane goes to the clouds and the people are thousands of miles away, and the piano shows Leng Yue half a column; I was born to admire the quaint chic, and I lived on the river. The empty hall is lonely with the monks, and there is a sound of wind under the forest.
. The heart * * * is far away from the clouds, and the sound is clear. The letter is broken through the ages, and the good meeting will be relieved. The west wind of the lotus is cold, and I am looking for my old home.
Sanqu Giant Town is majestic, and Qian Shan Wanshan cattle and horses walk; There are two loose days in the world, and the dry days are afraid of leaking; The sorrow of the emperor's life is the first song; Therefore, it is difficult to have a pillar posture, but it has fallen behind; The atmosphere is depressed, and the four sides rush wildly, leaning and covering the shadow group, and lifting the pale skin of rhinoceros; One in the south is particularly stubborn, and it bends the iron vertically and horizontally. Zhang Quan thought of holding a fragrant car and stretched out his arm to put xi he's sleeve; Although feng ge is more strange than old, he eventually feels thinner; The bones are drilled by ants, and the heart is bitter; Sun Zhi doesn't grow green, but frost Ke Yu Cu bronze is old. Blame the rain blind wind can't dial open, always angry for black dragon roar; Loose, loose, and angry, and the news is to delve into it; Good materials worry about axes, and oak is ashamed; The gains and losses are multiplied by each other, and whoever relies on them will save them; And between the material and the material, there is no gain, no loss and no scale; Singing the wind and whistling on the moon since the year, God's will and Jun are not thick; You don't see, Mount Tai is the Five Heroes, and the momentum is light in Lin Xiu; Hidden rock seven Chu Shi, Yamazawa accompanied by apes; Both meet by accident, so why should he boast of this? Loose, please don't worry.
(Click: Write a poem by Chen Shengze. )
Climbing the Peak of Cuiwei Mountain is gloomy and celestial pole, looking up at the smoke; All the way from the ground, sprinkle with red springs; Minghong has a legacy, and the deer play more idle fields; You will never know what year to plow and chisel.
(According to: Zhiyun, Qu County, there is Cuiwei Mountain between Xiufeng and Jiuxianyan, which is more than a thousand feet high and has dozens of acres of flat fields on it. The Song Dynasty recruited Shi Wang's residence. )
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the miners are losing ground, and the situation is rampant in succession; Courage and urgency, powder and bone are both when; Loyalty is too small for officials, and the soul is still strong for killing thieves; Only the appearance of the temple should be specialized, and the blood and food should be ignored.
Youbaoyan Temple
The ancient temple in an empty mountain is covered by a green screen. The firewood is still thin when it goes to the forest, and the monk returns to the moon and is half inclined; Cold clouds linger on the forehead of the temple, repairing bamboo and shaking the eaves; If you have a guest to write a poem, who will protect Bisha?
There is a light smoke in the middle of the boat, which stirs the water like a circle. The frost and pestle were smashed across the bank, and Ling Bo poured out of the moon wheel garden; Tuan Tuan's shadow rolls a thousand layers of snow, and the rolling sound turns over Wan Hu Spring; Fujian Changfeng where to stay, Bai Ou pointed out the sunset.
When did you fly to the top, Baiyun fell in love with Yuangong House; The dream of birds talking among rocks is broken at first, and the spring under bamboo cooks itself; Moss wrapped around the monument and buried the broken diameter, and the pine and fir were full of setting sun; The west wind was cold in Baling, and there was a golden body and a tower hidden in it. ("Wenyuan Yinghua" Bai Juyi's "Xijing Xingshan Temple Chuanfa Hall Monument" has a saying that "Xingshan Temple was buried at the end of the sixty-third year of the teacher's year". )
"Lotus Temple"
Who shines in the lotus seat, so far lonely and locked in meditation; Rustling rain often causes bamboo, and rolling clouds seem to have mountains; A mirror shows that the birds are silent, and the four columns are cold and clustered with moss spots; I have seen the pleasure of fishing by the bridge, and I am close to China.
Mantis
One after another, the piano is not comfortable; How to be brave in the world, see you return to the car alone.
A maple ball is fragrant at the beginning, and it lingers in the autumn mountains and the sunset; Passing through Wuxi Xikou Road, people's mangroves are boundless at night.
Youhuawu Temple
Yu Fang is in the dock, and the meditation room asks Zhigong; See the mountain smoke lock the garden, step on the ground brocade and turn red. The birds' shadows peep at the clear stream, and the bells are far away; The setting sun returns late, and the small stone bridge is east.
Sitting at Night
Counting fireflies in twos and threes makes the summer heat clear when the night is quiet; It seems that people here are not hot, so they should be able to be bright when they are dark.
Shiqiao Temple
The ancient temple in an empty mountain is covered by a green screen. The firewood is still thin when it goes to the forest, and the monk returns to the moon and is half inclined. Cold clouds linger on the forehead of the temple, and bamboo cultivation regrets the eaves and teeth. If you have a guest to write a poem, who will protect Bisha?