Ancient poems describing the tranquility of temples

1. Ancient poems about temples

Ancient poems about temples 1. Ancient poems about temples

1. "With my nephew Shi Liang, the governor of Hangzhou" Visiting Tianzhu Temple》Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

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.

2. "Passing through Xiangji Temple" Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

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 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.

3. "Inscribed on the Zen Temple Behind Poshan Temple" Chang Jian, Tang Dynasty

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 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.

4. "Inscribed on the Gushan Temple in Hangzhou" by Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty

The towers are towering with green trees, 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 covered with moss, and the empty courtyard is filled with deep flowers.

I still remember the moon in the west window and the sound of bells in the northern forest.

5. "Farewell to Hanshan Temple" by Gao Qi, Ming Dynasty

The maple bridge overlooks the green mountains to the west, and the temple faces the Hanjiang River alone.

The bell in the boat urges 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 you are parked outside the city of Gusu, and you will be sent off when the crow crows.

6. "Inscriptions on the Three Gates" Wei Ye, Song Dynasty

How to connect the nine curves, start by digging the three gates yourself.

Xia Yu’s achievements are so small, how can Dongming be respected?

The turtle is in the cave that day, and the chicken and dog are in the village now.

The whirlpool is as scary as the mountain whirlpool, and the waves are as suspicious as rocks rushing.

The situation is worrying about pounding the axis of the earth, and the sound wants to shake open the village.

There are towering waves in the temple, and there are villages on both sides of the mist.

The tower is suspected of being vomited by mirages, and the boats are afraid of being swallowed by whales.

Although the tourists are in danger, the monks are not tired of the noise.

Like the tide without a vibrating heron, like a gorge without a crowing ape.

There is little business in Gudian, but the water transportation in Xiongsi is heavy.

The family has no fishing gear, and there are bamboo marks on the bird path.

Looking for the relics with fear, hanging on the soul with sadness.

In the records of the Tang Dynasty in Dicheng, the names of the mainstay ancestors remain.

Kang Fu's poems and books are full of poems and books, and the crazy topics are shameful for the elegance of the words.

Reference materials

Ancient Poetry Website: http://www.gushiwen.org/

2. Poems related to temples

"Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" Zhang Jiyue fell into the sky with cries of crows and frost, and Jiang Feng fished with fire to sleep with 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? 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.

3. Many poems describing temples

"Jiangnan Spring" by Du Mu

Thousands of miles of orioles sing green and red, and the wind of wine flags in water villages and mountains.

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 oriole crows 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 warblers everywhere, 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. Among 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".

4. Write poems about temples

Flower sacrifices: Temples do not need to hide from the world. The gate is now very busy. If the Buddha wants to visit the temple, he will stay in the temple and worship the winter Nuo drums in the middle of the year. The candle flame moves the golden ship.

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.

5. What are the poems praising temples?

1. "Two Poems on Juehai Temple" by Dai Xu, Song Dynasty

The top of the mountain is filled with gold and green, and the sky is full of gold and green. Overlooking hundreds of hectares of flat slopes. Miracles reveal the holy luck of supporting gallbladder, and the broken monument still remembers the year of Huichang. The sun turns over, birds and magpies pass by, and the wind falls on the edge of the jade tent. After the sacrifice, several old men stood on the edge of the sand, and the evening tide swept away gracefully.

2. "Two Poems on Juehai Temple" by Dai Xu, Song Dynasty

It was raining in the Qiuyun Pavilion, and the river was dark, and outside the rain, people were plowing and plowing the abandoned fields. Officials feel ashamed to send off the sun in vain. Why don't you miss the New Year? The deserted village is visited by no one, and the ancient temples are frequently visited by Buddhists. I temporarily borrowed the tea stove to cook medicine, but the wind around the tripod was calm.

3. "On the far side of the moon sea, a man travels across Lingyin" by Xue Wei, Song Dynasty

With a little spiritual light, the moon is born, and the sea is deep. It is difficult to describe this, and where can I find it? The wild temple is uncertain, and it is easy to get cloudy in the cold winter. I walked nine miles to listen to the pines, but sat in the cold spring to sing.

4. "Three Doors Leave Inscriptions" Wei Ye, Song Dynasty

The whirlpool is as scary as the mountain whirlpool, and the waves are as suspicious as running stones. The situation is worried about pounding the earth's axis, and the sound wants to shake open the village. There are towering waves in the temple, and there are villages on both sides of the river. The tower is suspected of being vomited by mirages, and the boat is afraid of being swallowed by whales. Although the tourists are in danger, the resident monks are not tired of the noise. Like the tide, there is no vibrating heron, like the gorge without the crow of the ape. There is little business in Gudian, but the water transportation in Xiongsi is heavy.

5. "Inscribed on the Zen Temple Behind Poshan Temple" Chang Jian, Tang Dynasty

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. Everything is silent except for the sound of bells and chimes.

6. "Qilu·Temple Ode"

Ringing bells and incense cauldrons surround the world of mortals, who comes to worship and realize the cause. Encountering evil spirits when entering and exiting temples, scraping anointing blood to worship the gods.

7. "Cloud Resentment" by Chen Weisong, Qing Dynasty

The clouds in the spring mountains are harmonious, the spring water in front of the mountains is green in the morning. Pointing to the ancient temple in Qiancun

8. "Flower Festival: Temple"

There is no need for mountains to escape the world, and Buddhist monks are now doubly busy. If the Buddha wishes, visitors can stay in the Buddha Hall.

9. "Chaozhongcuo" Lu You

Winter and winter Nuo drums greet the passing years, and the flames of candles move the golden boat. 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, and the wind is gentle in the orioles' sky in the Yu Temple.

10. "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" by Zhang Ji

The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng and fishing fire are facing melancholy. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight.

6. Poems praising the temple

Coming to the beautiful Hangzhou,

Who doesn’t want to know Lingyin Temple earlier?

Witness Her graceful and beautiful face?

Walking on the stone steps of the Main Hall of Lingyin Temple,

I feel a kind of solemnity,

an unparalleled solemnity.

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Although you can’t hear the sound of bells and drums,

you can still feel the ancient flavor,

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I felt the shocking shock.

I never worship Buddha, nor do I burn incense.

It’s just a form of respect for the Buddha.

The corners of the Buddha’s mouth always seem to be there but not there.

As if laughing at the ignorance of the world.

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After the misty rain, this is an ethereal pure land.

Live in seclusion in the West Lake and be in the cloud forest.

As long as you walk to the cold spring,

you can smell the smell of incense burning in the wall.

I wonder if Su Shi, who was sitting next to the cold spring pavilion drinking tea and working,

How much Zen fragrance can be soaked in to write:

"If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup."

This eternal quatrain will last forever. .

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Walking on the silent stone steps,

Touching the soul of Lingyin Temple’s gardening art,

Marveling The ancients used the word "hidden" to describe the tranquility and profoundness of Lingyin Temple.

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Generally, the front of a temple is often open and spacious,

showing off the grandeur of the sect.

Lingyin Temple is hidden in a valley surrounded by peaks,

backed by the majestic North Peak,

facing the beautiful Feilai Peak,

A clear spring flows in front of the temple,

It feels like you are in a place where fairies hide.

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No wonder Su Dongpo visited Lingyin,

and wrote the poem "I love Lingyin the most."

Stroll along the quiet path,

Towering ancient trees are filled with tranquility and ancient charm,

Surrounded by clear streams and carps playing,

Elegant peaks , the dusty mood suddenly disappeared,

It was otherworldly.

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Ming Dynasty painter Shen Shitian's poem says:

The scenery on the lake is said to be Lingyin,

The scenery is alone among the cold springs.

There is a cold spring pavilion beside the cold spring pool.

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Stop on the stream and look into the distance for thousands of years,

Literati and poets linger here, admiring the scenery and reciting poems,

I seem to see Bai Juyi and Su Dongpo sitting on the pavilion, drinking wine and composing poems.

Dong Qichang, a great calligrapher and painter of the Ming Dynasty, wrote a couplet in the pavilion.

A wonderful sentence asked:

"Since when did the spring become cold? Where did the peak come from? ? ”

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Naturally, there are experts who respond to the couplet:

“The spring rises from the cold, and the peak flies from the flying place.” /p>

Also:

"The springs have been cold since the time of Yu, and the peaks have flown from the neck."

I also responded with courage:

< p> "The spring has been cold since ancient times, and the peaks have flown from the sky."

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Lingyin Temple is where the Buddha settled.

It is the residence of "Living Buddha Jigong".

It has a long history and culture,

and the beautiful natural scenery blend into one,

It is truly worthy of being a shining star among the Jinxiu rivers and mountains in my country. 's pearl.

Hanshan Temple, Qing Dynasty·Lu Ding

The temple tower is directly adjacent to the mountains, and it is an important place in the southeast of Yumi.

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 Ming Dynasty·Wang Xideng

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.

It is difficult for a monk to determine the location near the city, and the flowers in the spring are not red.

The road outside Zhulian's door is dark with dust and maple.

Farewell to Hanshan Temple by Gao Qi of the Ming Dynasty

The maple bridge overlooks the blue mountains to the west, and the temple faces the Hanjiang River alone.

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.

Parking on the maple bridge at night and looking at the Hanshan Temple

The night fire is accompanied by the loneliness, and the ten-year-old dream is on the maple bridge. Qing Kuang didn't see Manager Wang and came to ask about the tide outside Hanshan Temple.

Hanshan Temple

As the maple leaves are falling over the Wujiang River, the ancient temple in Bishan is alone. 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 to go away, and in the dream I should hear the midnight clock.

Night mooring at Fengqiao Zhang Ji

The moon is setting and the sky is covered with crows and frost, the river maple fishing fire is facing melancholy,

The bells of Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City are ringing in the middle of the night to the passenger ship.

Titled the Zen Temple behind 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.

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