Poems about temples

1. Poems describing temples

Ancient literati liked to visit places of interest, including temples, and wrote many poems about temples: 1. "Peach Blossoms of Dalin Temple" Bai Juyi's World In April, the beauty is gone, and the peach blossoms in 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. 2. "Inscribed on the Zen Temple Behind Poshan Temple" Chang Jian in the Tang Dynasty. Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.

The bamboo 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. 3. Temple Ode Ringing bells and incense cauldrons surround the mortal world, worshiping whoever comes to sleep.

Encountering evil spirits when going in and out of temples, scraping anointed blood to offer to the gods. 3. Cloud Resentment Ci (Qing Dynasty.

Chen Weisong) The clouds in the spring mountains are harmonious, the spring water in front of the mountains is green in the morning. Point out the ancient temple in Qiancun.

4. Flowers and sacrifices to Teng: Temples don’t need mountains to hide from the world, and the door is now doubly busy. If the Buddha wishes, visitors can stay in the Buddha Hall.

5. Chao Zhongcuo - Lu You The Nuo drums in winter are used to celebrate the passing years, and the flames of candles are moving the golden boats. The colorful swallows are hard to find in the previous dream, and the crisp flowers are empty and springy.

Wenyuan is sick, Lan Cheng has been traveling for a long time, and looking back is sad. The bright moon plays the flute on the Meishan Mountain, and the wind is gentle in the orioles' sky in the Yu Temple.

6. "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" - Zhang Ji The moon is setting, crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng is fishing and the fire is facing melancholy. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight.

7. Butterfly Loves Flowers---Lu You, Yumiao Lanting Jingu Road. A night of clear frost dyed all the trees by the lake.

Don’t complain about the depth of the parrot’s cup. You will know where you are 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.

8. "Visiting Tianzhu Temple with My Nephew Liang, the Governor of Hangzhou" --- Li Bai Hanging on a mat on Lingpengqiu, watching the waves and resting 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.

9. Yong Yu Le · Nostalgia for the Past in Guting, Bei Jingkou · Xin Qiji Throughout the ages, there are no heroes to be found, and Sun Zhong seeks a place. On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the wind and the rain.

Grass and trees in the setting sun, ordinary alleys, where humane slaves 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 hurried visit to the north. Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road.

Looking back, there is a sacred crow drum under the Buddha Temple. Who can ask: Lian Po is old, can he still make a living? 10. "Passing Xiangji Temple" --- Wang Wei I don't know Xiangji Temple, but I have entered Yunfeng several miles away.

The ancient trees are untraveled, and there is no clock 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. 11. "Guo Guanhua Temple Tanxing Master Shanyuan" --- Wang Wei Holding a bamboo stick at dusk, we treat 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 sky at night, the forest is silent, and the wind in the pines is as straight as autumn. 12. "Dark Autumn in the Mountains" After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks. The bamboo noises return to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay. 13. "Jiangnan Spring" by Du Mu The oriole crows thousands of miles away, reflecting the red green, and the wine flag winds in the mountains and rivers of water.

There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and many towers are in the mist and rain. 14. "Beiyue Temple" Jiadao There are five mountains in heaven and earth, and Mount Heng is located in the north.

The rocks are stacked on top of each other, and they are strange and unpredictable. No one dares to enter, the temple is dark in daylight.

Sometimes it rains and sprinkles the heaven and earth with virtue. May God be at peace, and my kingdom will be forever prosperous.

15. "Inscribed on the Zen Temple behind Poshan Temple" Chang Jian 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 mountains pleases the birds, and the shadows of the ponds empty the hearts of the people. Everything is silent, except for the sound of bells and chimes.

16. "Inscribed on Gushan Temple in Hangzhou" ---Zhang Hu 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 covered with moss, 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.

17. "Inscribed on Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou" --- Zhang Hu The peaks and ridges are as wide as one palm, and the red sills are extended in several rings. The Buddha's ground is divided by flowers, and the monk's room is divided by bamboos and springs.

It’s the next month at the fifth watch, and it’s smoke in Guozhong ten miles away. Behind the back tower is the towering pavilion, and in front of the horizontal pavilion on the front mountain.

The creek is sandy and the water is calm, and the rocks in the stream are dotted with fresh moss. It's good to call the ape for a long time, and the sound will be deep in the west rock.

The abbot of Lingyin Temple is Su Shi. There are huts everywhere in the mountains and rivers, but I love Lingyin Feilaigu the most. The trees are hundreds of feet tall, with green beards and willows and cattails.

Thousands of people gathered in the high hall to eat and bang bells and drums to make a noise in the afternoon. The abbot Ningxiang sleeps in a hut, and the sea map is sewn into the quilt.

18. "Inscribed on Jinshan Temple in Runzhou" by Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty. One night at Jinshan Temple, one transcends the rest of the world. The monk returns to the boat at night and the moon shines, and the dragon comes out of Xiaotang.

You can see the colors of the trees and hear the sound of bells on both sides of the river. Thinking about it in the morning market, I was drunk all day long.

19. "Wangxuankong Temple" - Wang Chengjue Carved stone into a place of incense, based on the virtual structure. The Brahma Palace is surrounded by green, and the pavilion overlooks the red maple.

The rain in the porcelain kiln is strong, and the wind blows from the mouth of the monk's cold valley. It’s not easy to climb up, but it’s endless to look at it from afar.

20. "Passing the Hanging Temple" by Zheng Luo of the Ming Dynasty. The mountains and rivers are surrounded by lonely mountains, and the palaces are jagged and green.

The faint smoke of the waning moon gives a glimpse of the color, and the quiet sound of the sparse wind moves the Zen sky. I stopped the car and wanted to ask the mountain monk, but the monk Ande was Yuan Gong.

21. "Climbing the Xuankong Temple" Ming Dynasty Zheng Luo I didn't go up yesterday because of Zhao Ti, so I looked for Lan Ruo again and asked the mountain monk. The bluebird at the top of the peak has not yet come, and the white clouds at the entrance of the cave have not yet gone.

Who builds the alchemy ladder ten thousand feet high? I listen to the Buddhist teachings and perform the Three Vehicles. I suddenly realized that the mind is not anchored, and I walked to the top of the Zen Pass.

22. "Climbing the Hanging Temple" Ming Dynasty Liu Zunxian Who opened the stone wall to present the golden immortal, the ethereal floor structure is difficult. The Qing Dynasty is full of doubts, and the incense platform is really looking into the fog.

The mountains are connected with Taiyue Mountain and are magnificent for thousands of years. Guests arrive at the lonely peak on May night. I once sold wine to ask the distant master so that I could invite the bright moon to wander around.

23. "Inscribed on the Hanging Temple" by Wu Lijia of the Ming Dynasty. On the Danxia Fei Pavilion, white clouds cover it several times. The moon hangs in a thousand caves, and the bell falls in the wind.

The pure sanctum flows through the branches of the trees, and the old dragon sleeps in front of the eaves. The light of wisdom is thousands of feet long, filling Hengzong day and night.

24. "Visiting the Hanging Temple" Deng Keshao, Qing Dynasty The stone screen stands thousands of feet tall, and the ancient temple hangs in the air. The pure land is far away from dust, and the lofty towers adorn the distant sky.

The moon beside a bay of rocks is half a mural of Zen. Looking down at the pedestrians, I feel like I am in a fairyland.

25. "Fengqiao Temple" by Yu Gui The lake is connected to the moon and the sky is shining, and the sound of wild geese disturbs people's sleep. Last year I stayed at Fengqiao and tied a small boat to the stone bank.

26. "Farewell to Hanshan Temple" - Gao Qi. The maple bridge looks to the west of the green mountains, and the temple faces the Hanjiang River. The bell in the boat reminds travelers to get up, and the lamp in the tower illuminates the distant monks returning.

The fishing village is lonely and smokey, the official road is deserted and the leaves are sparse. It must be remembered that I am parked outside the city of Gusu, and I will see you off when the crow crows.

27. "Sleeping in the Mountain Temple at Night" - Li Bai The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands. Don't dare to speak loudly for fear of frightening the people in heaven. 2. A poem describing a temple. I read a Tang poem a long time ago, which said that a temple is very quiet, like

The title of 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.

Everything is silent here, only the sound of bells and chimes can be heard. Explanation of the poem I walked to this ancient temple in the early morning, and the rising sun shone on the towering jungle.

A winding path leads to a quiet distance, where is a Zen room covered in the shade of flowers and trees. The mountains are bright and clear, the birds sing happily, and the reflections in the deep pools make people feel ethereal.

Everything was silent, only the long echo of the bell was heard. Word explanation Zen room: the monk's residence.

Wan Lai: All kinds of sounds. Appreciation of poetry and prose: When I visited the mountain temple in the morning, I saw the quiet bamboo forest, the clear water pool, the green mountains glowing, the birds singing happily, and the sound of bells and chimes disappearing and appearing.

Such a quiet environment made the poet get rid of distracting thoughts and his heart suddenly became enlightened. Although the whole poem is about Zen houses and temples, it actually expresses the feelings of mountains, rivers and seclusion.

The language is simple and the imagery is profound; the conception is creative and the beauty lies beyond the words, leading people into a wonderful state in the ordinary. Could it be? Birdsong Stream · Wang Wei People are idle, osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.

When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream. Is it this:? Remembering a night tour of Chengtian Temple by Su Shi On the night of October 12th, the sixth year of Yuanfeng, I undressed and was about to fall asleep. When the moonlight came into my house, I happily set off.

Thinking of the joy of nothingness, I went to Chengtian Temple to look for Zhang Huaimin. Huaimin was not sleeping, so he walked with him in the middle courtyard. Under the courtyard, there is a clear sky like accumulated water, with algae and lilies intertwined in the water, covered with bamboo and cypress shadows.

There is no moon on any night, no pine or cypress anywhere, but there are few idle people like the two of us. It was evening, October 12, the sixth year of Yuanfeng.

When I was undressing and trying to sleep, the moonlight came in from the window, and I got up and walked happily. It occurred to me that I had no one with whom to play, so I went to Chengtian Temple to look for Zhang Huaimin.

Zhang Huaimin didn’t sleep either. We took a walk in the courtyard. The moonlight in the courtyard was as clear and transparent as a pool of water in which algae and waterlilies were criss-crossed, but they were all the shadows of bamboos and cypresses.

There is no moonlight on any night, and there are no green bamboos and cypresses anywhere, but there are few idle people like the two of me. 3. 27 ancient poems describing temples in the mountains

Chang Jian of the Tang Dynasty "Inscribed on the Buddhist Temple Behind the Poshan Temple" Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.

The bamboo 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. Qilu Temple Ode Ringing bells and incense cauldrons surround the world of mortals, worshiping who comes to wake up.

Encountering evil spirits when entering and exiting the temple, scraping anointed blood to worship the gods. Cloud Resentment Ci (Qing Dynasty.

Chen Weisong) The clouds on the spring mountain are harmonious, the spring water in front of the mountain is green in the morning. Point out the ancient temple in Qiancun.

Flower sacrifices: temples do not need mountains to escape from the world. Buddhism is twice as busy today. If the Buddha wishes, visitors can stay in the Buddhist hall in the middle of the court. In winter, Nuo drums are used to celebrate the passing of the year, and the flames of candles move the golden boats. The colorful swallows are hard to find in the previous dream, and the crisp flowers are empty and springy.

Wenyuan is sick, Lan Cheng has been traveling for a long time, and looking back is sad. The bright moon plays the flute on the Meishan Mountain, and the wind is gentle in the orioles' sky in the Yu Temple.

——Lu You "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" Zhang Ji The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng is fishing and the fire is facing melancholy. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight.

Die Lian Hua Yumiao Lanting Jingu Road. A night of clear frost dyed all the trees by the lake.

Don’t complain about the depth of the parrot’s cup. You will know where you are 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 and his nephew Liang, the governor of Hangzhou, visited Tianzhu Temple. Tang Author: Li Bai Hanging on a mat on Lingpengqiu, watching the waves and resting 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 · Nostalgia for the past in Guting, Bei Jingkou · Xin Qiji Throughout the ages, there are no heroes to be found, and Sun Zhong seeks a place. On the dance pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the wind and the rain.

Grass and trees in the setting sun, ordinary alleys, where humane slaves 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.

Looking back, there is a sacred crow drum under the Buddha Temple. 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 Guanhua Temple Tanxing Master Shanyuan Wang Wei Holding a bamboo stick at dusk, we treat 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. Autumn is dark in the mountains. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks. The bamboo noises return to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay. "Jiangnan Spring" by Du Mu The oriole crows thousands of miles away, reflecting the red green, and the wine flag winds in the water village, mountain and Guo.

There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, 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. Beiyue Temple Jiadao There are five mountains in heaven and earth, and Mount Heng is located in the north.

The rocks are stacked on top of each other, and they are strange and unpredictable. No one dares to enter, the temple is dark in daylight.

Sometimes it rains and sprinkles the heaven and earth with virtue. May God be at peace, and my kingdom will be forever prosperous.

The Zen Temple behind 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 deep with flowers and trees.

The light of the mountains pleases the birds, and the shadows of the ponds empty the hearts of the people. Everything is silent, except for the sound of bells and chimes.

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, mountains will always be moist, and without clouds, water will be cloudy.

The broken bridge is covered with moss, 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.

Titled Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou by Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty. The peaks and ridges are as wide as a palm, and the vermilion sills are extended in several rings. The Buddha's ground is divided by flowers, and the monk's room is divided by bamboos and springs.

It’s the next month at the fifth watch, and it’s smoke in Guozhong ten miles away. Behind the back tower is the towering pavilion, and in front of the horizontal pavilion on the front mountain.

The creek is sandy and the water is calm, and the rocks in the stream are dotted with fresh moss. It's good to call the ape for a long time, and the sound will be deep in the west rock.

The abbot of Lingyin Temple is Su Shi. There are huts everywhere in the mountains and rivers, but I love Lingyin Feilaigu the most. The trees are hundreds of feet tall, with green beards and willows and cattails.

Thousands of people gathered in the high hall to eat and bang bells and drums to make a noise in the afternoon. The abbot Ningxiang sleeps in a hut, and the sea map is sewn into the quilt.

Inscribed on Jinshan Temple in Runzhou, Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty stayed at Jinshan Temple and transcended the world. The monk returns to the boat at night and the moon shines, and the dragon comes out of Xiaotang.

You can see the colors of the trees and hear the sound of bells on both sides of the river. Thinking about it in the morning market, I was drunk all day long.

Wangxuankong Temple Wang Chengjue of the Ming Dynasty carved stones into a place of incense and constructed the structure based on the void. The Brahma Palace is surrounded by green, and the pavilion overlooks the red maple.

The rain in the porcelain kiln is strong, and the wind blows from the mouth of the monk's cold valley. It’s not easy to climb up, but it’s endless to look at it from afar.

Passing the Xuankong Temple, Zheng Luo, Ming Dynasty, the stone wall was connected to the Brahma Palace, and the cliffs are connected by narrow paths. The mountains and rivers are surrounded by lonely mountains, and the palaces are jagged and green.

The faint smoke of the waning moon gives a glimpse of the color, and the quiet sound of the sparse wind moves the Zen sky. I stopped the car and wanted to ask the mountain monk, but the monk Ande was Yuan Gong.

Climbing the Xuankong Temple Ming Dynasty Zheng Luo I didn’t go up yesterday because of Zhao Ti, so I looked for Lan Ruo and asked the mountain monk again. The bluebird at the top of the peak has not yet come, and the white clouds at the entrance of the cave have not yet gone.

Who builds the alchemy ladder ten thousand feet high? I listen to the Buddhist teachings and perform the Three Vehicles. I suddenly realized that the mind is not anchored, and I walked to the top of the Zen Pass.

Climbing the Xuankong Temple, Liu Zunxian of the Ming Dynasty opened the stone wall to present golden immortals, and the ethereal floor structure is difficult. The Qing Dynasty is full of doubts, and the incense platform is really looking into the fog.

The mountains are connected with Taiyue Mountain and are magnificent for thousands of years. Guests arrive at the lonely peak on May night. I once sold wine to ask the distant master so that I could invite the bright moon to wander around.

Inscribed on the Hanging Temple, Wu Lijia of the Ming Dynasty. On the Danxia Fei Pavilion, white clouds cover it several times. The moon hangs in a thousand caves, and the bell falls in the wind.

The pure sanctum flows through the branches of the trees, and the old dragon sleeps in front of the eaves.

The light of wisdom is thousands of feet long, filling Hengzong day and night.

Visiting Xuankong Temple, Deng Keshao, Qing Dynasty. The stone screen stands thousands of feet tall, and the ancient temple hangs in the air. The pure land is far away from dust, and the lofty towers adorn the distant sky.

The moon beside a bay of rocks is half a mural of Zen. Looking down at the pedestrians, I feel like I am in a fairyland.

Staying at the Mountain Temple at Night Author: Li Bai The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands. Don't dare to speak loudly for fear of frightening the people in heaven.

"Farewell to Hanshan Temple" Era: Ming Dynasty Author: Gao Qi The maple bridge looks to the west of the green mountains, and the temple faces the Hanjiang River. The bell in the boat reminds travelers to get up, and the lamp in the tower illuminates the distant monks returning.

The fishing village is lonely and smokey, the official road is deserted and the leaves are sparse. It must be remembered that I am parked outside the city of Gusu, and I will see you off when the crow crows.

Fengqiao Temple (Yu Gui, Song Dynasty) The lake is connected to the moonlight, and the sound of wild geese disturbs people's sleep. Last year I stayed at Fengqiao and tied a small boat to the stone bank. 4. Poems about temples

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Chang Jian Works: Zen Temple behind Poshan Temple Contents: 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.

Everything is silent here, except for the sound of bells and chimes. Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Work: Dalin Temple Peach Blossom Content: The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom.

Eternally regretting the return of spring, there is no place to look for, and I don’t know where to turn. Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Works: Spring Tour on Qiantang Lake Content: North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.

In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.

My favorite part of the lake is the east side, where the green poplars shade the white sand embankment. Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Works: Recalling Jiangnan Content: Reminiscing about Jiangnan, the most reminiscing is Hangzhou.

Looking for osmanthus seeds in the moonlight in the mountain temple, looking at the tide from the pillow in the county pavilion. When will we come again? Era: Tang Author: Meng Haoran Works: Song of Returning to Lumen at Night Content: The bells of the mountain temple are ringing. It is already dark, and the fishermen are noisy as they scramble to cross the river. People followed the beach to Jiangcun, and I also took a boat back to Lumen.

The moonlight in Lumen opened the smoke trees, and suddenly I came to Pang Gong's hiding place. The pine path in Yanfei is long and lonely, with only lonely people coming and going.

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Zhang Ji Work: Night Mooring at Maple Bridge Content: The moon is setting, crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng is fishing and fire is facing melancholy. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight.

Era: Northern Song Dynasty Author: Lin Bu Works: Notes from Rui Shangren’s Room in Gushan Temple Contents: At the bottom, I lean on the railing and meditate, the back pavilion of Gushan Pagoda is tilted to the west. The gloomy scrolls are in the forest temple, and the chessboards and chessboards are scattered in the fields.

In the autumn scenery, a solitary bird sometimes flies, and the setting sun causes nothing but cold smoke. I love my house so much when I stay late, I just wait until spring to see the snow.

Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Work: Yiai Temple Contents: Sit on the rocks by the stream and walk around the temple in search of flowers. You can hear the chirping of birds all the time and the sound of springs everywhere.

Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Works: Solitary Tung Tree in Yunju Temple Contents: A green jade tree stands with thousands of green leaves. The pavilions are more than five feet tall, and their high spirits are still there.

The mountain monk is ninety years old, quiet and immortal. When Zi Yunshou planted it, there was a Qingtong tree.

Pluck straight from the bud, and rise from the beginning. There are no branches on the four sides, but there is a general principle in the center.

Those who wish to establish themselves should be so alone. Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Cen Shen Works: Climbing Ci'en Temple with Gao Shi and Xue Zhi. Contents: The pagoda is like a gush of energy, standing alone in the heavenly palace.

When you step out of the world, the path is empty. The sudden pressure on China is like a ghost work.

The four corners block the day, and the seven layers cover the sky. Peeping down refers to the tall bird, listening down to hear the startling wind.

The mountains are like waves, running towards the east. The road is lined with green locust trees, and the palace view is exquisite.

Autumn colors come from the west, and Guanzhong is full of green. On the Wuling North Plain, it is evergreen and misty.

Once you understand the principles clearly, you will be able to understand them, and you will win because of your long-standing teachings. I vow to hang up my crown and feel that my Taoist resources are endless.

Era: Tang Author: Cui Hao Works: Tour to Tianzhu Temple Content: Climbing Tianzhu Mountain in the morning, the sun rises in the mountain temple. Streams and springs are gushing thinly, and rivers and rivers are lingering.

The solitary top is high when you go straight up, but the peaks are small when you look at them from a flat angle. In December in Nanzhou, the ground is warm and there is little ice and snow.

The cold mountains are covered with green, and the winter marshes are covered with wisteria. On the side of the flower niche waterfall, there is a green wall and stone forest.

Ringing a bell brings together humans and heaven, giving food to gather apes and birds. The mind is cleansed and the mind is clear.

I just realized that there is nothing wrong with people and everything in the world. Era: Tang Author: Dai Shulun Works: Sanlv Temple Contents: The flow of Yuan and Xiang is endless, how deep is Qu Zi’s resentment! At dusk, the autumn wind blows, and the trees flutter with leaves.

Era: Tang and Five Dynasties Author: Du Mu Works: Inscribed on Mulan Temple Content: Bending the bow to fight as a man, I once had a thrush in my dream. I thought about returning the wine several times, and put it on the clouds to wish the concubine Ming. 5. What are the famous ancient poems about temples?

1. The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is filled with flowers and trees. ——(Tang Dynasty) Chang Jian's "Inscription on the Zen Temple Behind Poshan Temple"

2. The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands. ——(Tang Dynasty) Li Bai "Sleeping at the Mountain Temple at Night"

3. At the Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou City, the midnight bell rang to the passenger ship. ——(Tang Dynasty) Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge"

4. I don't know Xiangji Temple, but I have entered Yunfeng several miles away. ——(Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei "Passing Xiangji Temple"

5. The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom. ——(Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi's "Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple"

"The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees." The full poem content:

"Inscribed on the Zen courtyard behind Poshan Temple"

Tang Dynasty: Chang Jian

Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.

The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees.

The light of the mountains pleases the birds, and the shadows of the ponds empty the hearts of the people.

All sounds are silent, except for the sound of bells and chimes.

Translation:

I walked into this ancient temple early in the morning, and the rising sun reflected the woods on the mountain.

Bamboo groves cover the path leading to the depths, and the flowers and trees in front and behind the Zen room are luxuriant and colorful.

The bright mountain light makes the birds more happy, and the clear water in the pond also refreshes the mind and purifies the mind.

At this moment, everything is silent, leaving only the sound of bells and chimes.

Chang Jian (708-765?), a poet of the Tang Dynasty, whose name is unknown, is said to be from Xingtai or Chang'an (today's Xi'an, Shaanxi Province). In the 15th year of Kaiyuan, he and Wang Changling were ranked Jinshi, and he was a long-term official. Unhappy, he traveled to famous places and lived a wandering life for a long time. Later he moved to live in seclusion in Ezhu. In the Dali calendar, he served as Xuyiwei. Tianbao was appointed Xuyiwei in his middle age. Later he lived in seclusion in Xishan, Ezhu. He spent his whole life in despair, being arrogant and self-sufficient, and having no connections with the nobles. There is a literary exchange with Wang Changling. His poetic conception is clear and distinct, his language is refined and natural, and he has unique artistic attainments. There are 57 existing poems, with narrow themes, most of which describe pastoral scenery, mountains and forests. Famous works such as "Inscription on the Zen Garden Behind the Poshan Temple" and "The Tomb of General Diao Wang", especially the previous couplet "The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees" have been widely recited from ancient to modern times. He also has some excellent frontier poems. There are three volumes of "Chang Jian's Collection of Poems" and two volumes of "Chang Jian's Collection". His poems take pastoral and landscape as the main themes, and their style is close to that of Wang and Mencius. He is good at using concise and concise brushwork to express a quiet and profound artistic conception. Such poems often reveal an "indifferent" attitude. In fact, he was not completely forgetful of reality. He had some emotions, expectations, and accusations. This is especially obvious in the frontier fortress poems that account for a considerable proportion. There is "Chang Jian Ji". 6. There are many poems describing temples

"Jiangnan Spring" by Du Mu

Thousands of miles away, the orioles sing in the green, reflecting the red, and the wind in the water village, mountain, and wine flags.

There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, and many towers are in the mist and rain.

[Note]

1. Cry: cry.

2. Shanguo: The city wall backed by the mountain.

3. Wine flag: a cloth sign hung high in front of the hotel.

4. Southern Dynasties: 420-589 AD, the general name for the four southern dynasties of Song, Qi, Liang and Chen. A large number of Buddhist temples were established at that time.

[Brief Analysis]

This is a well-known landscape poem.

A small space paints a broad picture. It does not focus on a specific place, but focuses on the unique scenery of the entire Jiangnan, so it is titled "Jiangnan Spring".

The first sentence, "Thousands of miles away, the orioles sing and the green reflects the red" shows the natural scenery of Jiangnan from the beginning. "Thousands of miles" is a summary of the vast Jiangnan. There are chirping orioles everywhere here, and the boundless green leaves set off the bright red flowers. This vivid and vibrant scenery is naturally unique to Jiangnan. The second sentence "Shui Cun Shan Guo Wine Flag Wind" describes the unique topography of the south of the Yangtze River. There are villages near the water and city walls near the mountains. In the spring breeze, the wine flags are fluttering gently. What a beautiful Jiangnan this is!

The first or second sentences describe the sunny scene, and the third or fourth sentences describe the rainy scene. "There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, and there are so many towers in the mist and rain." In the light rain of spring, there is a different scenery. Amidst the beautiful mountains and rivers, there are hundreds of Buddhist temples left over from the Southern Dynasties. These splendid Buddhist temples with numerous buildings are shrouded in misty mist and rain, looming and appearing, seeming to be absent, adding a hazy and confusing color to the spring in the south of the Yangtze River. "Four hundred and eighty" is an imaginary number, not a real reference, which highlights the number of Buddhist temples.

The whole poem outlines the scenery of the Jiangnan area in a highly summarized style, and depicts the bright and misty spring scenery of the Jiangnan area. The colors are bright and the mood is timeless. A seven-character quatrain can show such a broad picture, which can be said to be "thousands of miles in size". 7. Poems describing Zen temples

It is said that the Zen courtyard behind Poshan Temple was often built. Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sunshine shines on the high forest. The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees. The mountain light is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty and empty of people's hearts. Thousands of sounds. It was all silent except for the sound of bells and chimes. I remember a night trip to Chengtian Temple by Su Shi on the night of October 12, the sixth year of Yuanfeng. I took off my clothes and was about to fall asleep. When the moonlight came into my house, I set out happily. Thinking of the joy of nothingness, I arrived. In Chengtian Temple, I looked for Zhang Huaimin. Huaimin was not sleeping, and they walked together in the atrium. Under the courtyard, it was as clear as water, with algae and lilies intertwined in the water, covered with shadows of bamboo and cypress. There was no moon on any night, no pines and cypresses anywhere, but there were few idle people. We both know each other. We don’t know Xiangji Temple. We have entered Yunfeng several miles away. There are no people walking on the ancient trees. Where is the bell in the deep mountains? Wang Wei’s "Passing Xiangji Temple" The green mountains are fortunate to bury loyal bones, and the innocent white iron casts the sycophants. Couple of the Temple of King Yue The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom. Bai Juyi's "Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple" Hanshan Temple Qing Luding Temple Tower is directly adjacent to the mountains, and it is an important place in the southeast.

I only cherish the tooth man's pursuit of profit, but I don't hear the fishing fire and appreciate the poet. There is no way to know the return of a guest who has traveled against the odds, and asked Han Yan whether he should be true again.

As soon as the bell rang clearing the night, several people had the same dream but different lives. Hanshan Temple Wang Xideng of the Ming Dynasty The road to the west of the ancient temple is full of green mountains.

The stone dragons are making rain, and the river magpies are still singing in the wind. The city is close to the city and it is difficult for the monks to determine it. The springs are sparse and the flowers are not red.

The road outside Zhulian's door is dark with dust and maple. Farewell to Hanshan Temple, Gao Qi, Ming Dynasty. The maple bridge looks to the west of Bishan Mountain, and the temple faces Hanjiang River.

The bell in the boat urges travelers to get up, and the lamp in the tower illuminates the distant monks returning. The fishery is solitary and solitary, the official road is deserted and the leaves are sparse.

It must be remembered that I am parked outside the city of Gusu, and I will see you off when the crow crows. I parked on the maple bridge at night and looked at Hanshan Temple. The night fire was sparse and the bells accompanied the loneliness. Ten years ago, I dreamed of parking on the maple bridge.

Qing Kuang didn’t see Manager Wang and came to ask about the tide outside Hanshan Temple. Hanshan Temple is surrounded by the falling maple trees in Wujiang River, while the ancient Bishan Temple is carrying its own Qiong.

In the cold sky, birds descend from the rockside tower, and the remaining light shines on the pines outside the path where the monk returns. There is no vulgar charm in the empty and quiet high house, but there is no trace of Maitreya in the wild wind.

But the boat took advantage of the cold wave and I should hear the midnight bell in my dream. Night mooring at Fengqiao Zhang Jiyue, the sky is covered with crows and frost, Jiang Feng's fishing fire is facing melancholy, Hanshan Temple outside the city of Suzhou, the midnight bell rings for the passenger ship. 8. What are the poems praising temples?

"Staying at Pei Yuanwai Temple in Late Autumn" (Tang Dynasty) Geng Mao Zhong said that there are many algae, and there are only hibiscus in the late water.

Autumn is still passing in Liangyuan, and it is night again in Renci Temple. Return to the dark bamboo forest, and remove the rain and cold bells.

In the original Buddhist temple, I practiced Bidaylong. "Letters on a Cold Night in the Temple Where I Residence" (Tang Dynasty) He Yuanshang: Yu Gong thought that he was sick and it was time to clear up the summer heat, so he sent him to the monk's house to occupy the upper part.

The moonlight is like water, the clothes are wet, and the loose air is as cool as the autumn pillow. Fortunately, I am a guest because of my poor talent. I have no reason to fly away from the Luan due to my weak feathers.

How can you show the road to the sky, and the stars on your temples will be frosted. "Dafanshan Temple Presents Master Fun Zhao Zhongcheng" (Tang Dynasty) Lu Lun gradually wanted to retire from his career and went into seclusion in the monk's room.

Floating on the water with the fish, watching the cranes heading towards the forest. Autumn is still early in the ancient temple, and the pines are deep and even more leisurely at dusk.

In the middle of the month, I followed my Taoist friends and sat on the empty mountain every night. "Autumn passed by Master Hongju's temple and sent him back to Jiangling" (Tang Dynasty) Liu Yuxi I looked at the paintings in the corridor and found the monks in a quiet path.

The small pond is also filled with cranes, and the ancient trees are covered with cicadas in autumn. When the guests arrive and the tea smoke rises, the birds return to the banquet and are collected.

The floating cup will go tomorrow, looking at the water leisurely. "Listen to the Hujia in the Temple to See Off Li Yin" (Tang Dynasty) Jiao Ran As soon as the Hujia guest didn't stop playing, the wild monk still wanted to give up his meditation to listen.

It is difficult to say goodbye to this idea by the river. The infinite spring breeze blows the green grass. 9. Write poems about temples

Flower sacrifices to Teng: Temples do not need mountains to hide from the world. Buddhism is even more busy now. If the Buddha wishes, visitors can stay in the Buddhist hall and pay homage to the central court. Nuo drums are used to celebrate the passing of time in winter, and candle flames move golden boats.

The colorful swallows are hard to find in the previous dream, and the crisp flowers are empty and springy. Wenyuan is sick, and Lan Cheng has been traveling for a long time. Looking back is sad.

The bright moon plays the flute on the Meishan Mountain at night, and the wind is gentle and the sky is full of orioles in the Yu Temple. ——Lu You, "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" by Zhang Ji The moon is setting, crows are crying, the sky is covered with frost, Jiang Feng is fishing and the fire is facing melancholy.

At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship. Dielianhua, Yumiao Orchid Pavilion, Jingu Road.

A night of clear frost stained 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 and his nephew Liang, the governor of Hangzhou, visited Tianzhu Temple, Tang Dynasty Author: Li Bai Hanging on a mat on Pengqiu, watching the waves and 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. Yongyule · Nostalgia for the past in Guting, North of Jingkou · Xin Qiji Throughout the ages, heroes have been hard to find, and Sun Zhong found his place.

On the dance pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by 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 hurried 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? Does an ancestral hall count as a temple? Passing Xiangji Temple Wang Wei I didn't know Xiangji Temple, but I entered Yunfeng several miles away. There are no people walking through the ancient trees, and there is no clock in the deep mountains.

The sound of the spring swallows the rocks, and the sun is cold and green. In the dusk, the empty pond is melodious, and Zen is used to control the poisonous dragon.

Wang Wei, who passed by Tanxing Master Shanyuan of Guanghua Temple, held a bamboo stick at dusk and treated each other at Huxitou. The guests are urged to hear the sound of the mountains and return to their houses to chase the 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.

Although there is no "temple" or "temple" in "Mountain Residence in Autumn Darkness", its artistic conception is representative of Wang Wei's "Buddhist poetry". Autumn is dark in the mountains. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks. The bamboo noises return to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.