Ancient poems about temples

1. Poems and ancient poems about temples

Poems and ancient poems about temples 1. Ancient poems about temples

1. Three mountains move and prosper, and five horses roam together.

Tianzhu Sen is in the eye, and the wind is rustling in the autumn. Look at the clouds and measure changes, making the water poor and quiet.

the mountains are separated by the distant sea, and when you write, you will return to the stream. Poetry becomes a proud cloud and moon, and it is full of interest in Wuzhou.

2. Crossing xiangji temple Tang Wangwei

not knowing the way to the Temple of Heaped Fragrance, under miles of mountain-cloud I have wandered.

through ancient woods without a human track, but now on the height I hear a bell.

a rillet sings over winding rocks, the sun is tempered by green pines.

and at twilight, close to an emptying pool, thought can conquer the Passion-Dragon.

3. a buddhist retreat behind broken-mountain temple Tang Changjian

in the pure morning, near the old temple, where early sunlight points the tree-tops.

my path has wound, through a sheltered hollow, of boughs and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.

here birds are alive with mountain-light, and the mind of man touches peace in a pool.

and a thousand sounds are quieted, but the bell is ringing.

4. "On the Gushan Temple in Hangzhou" Tang Zhanghu

The tower is towering over Bicen, all the way into the middle of the lake.

no rain makes the mountains grow moist, and no clouds make the water overcast.

the broken bridge is full of weeds and moss, and the empty courtyard is full of flowers.

I still remember the moon at the west window, and the bell is ringing in Beilin.

5. "Farewell to Hanshan Temple" shows that Gao Qi

Fengqiao looks at Bishan Mountain in the west, and the temple covers the Hanjiang River alone.

the clock in the boat urges the passengers to get up, and the lamp in the tower shines on the monk's return.

The fishing village is lonely and close to the smoke, and the official road is bleak and the leaves are sparse.

You must remember to park outside Gusu City, and send the monarch away during the crow season.

6, "Three Doors to Leave a Topic" Song Weiye

He Youtong's nine songs began with the carving of three doors.

Xia Yugong is as small as a small one, so I don't respect him.

Catfish is in the cave that day, and chickens and dogs are in the village at this time.

Vortex fears and mountain whirls, and waves are suspicious as Shi Ben.

I am worried about the earth's axis, and I want to shake it open.

in the temple, there is a flood and a cloud of smoke on both sides.

the balcony is suspicious of vomiting, and the boat is afraid of swallowing whales.

although tourists are thrilling, monks never tire of making noise.

like a tide without a vibrating heron, like a gorge without a crying ape.

solitary shops do little business, while male companies have a lot of water transportation.

people don't have fishing tackle, but there are bamboo marks on the bird path.

look for the remains with fear, and drown your soul with sorrow.

the history of the Tang dynasty in the ancient city, the name of the ancestors of the mainstay remains.

the situation is complicated by poems and books, and the topic is too crazy to be elegant.

Resources

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

2. Poems related to temples

"a night-mooring near maple bridge" Zhang Ji frosty night, Jiang Feng fishing and sleeping.

At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell goes to the passenger ship. Die Lian Hua Yu Miao Lan Ting Jin Gu Lu.

clear the frost overnight and dye all the trees by the lake. The nautilus cup is deep, and you can't tell me where he met.

Ran Ran's youth can't last. Zhu Yan in the mirror, after all, wears away.

Ding Ningjun remembers that immortals must be made by idle people. -Lu You and his nephew, a good tour of Tianzhu Temple in Hangzhou. Tang Author: Li Bai hangs a banquet in Lingpengqiu, while Guan Tao rests in Zhanglou.

three mountains move and prosper, and five horses roam together. Tianzhu sen is in the eye, and the wind is rustling in the autumn.

look at the clouds and measure the changes, making the water poor and quiet. The mountains are separated by the distant sea, and when the porch writes, it will return to the stream.

poetry becomes a proud cloud and moon, and it is full of interest in Wuzhou. Yong Yule Jingkou Beigu Pavilion Nostalgia Xin Qiji has never been found, and the hero is nowhere to be found. Sun Zhongmou is located.

In dancing pavilions and singing platforms, the wind always blows away. The setting sun shines on the grassy plain of the grassy tree, where people say it was the place where Emperor Wu of Song had lived.

Back in those days, Jin Ge was an iron horse and swallowed Wan Li like a tiger. However, Wang Liu yilong's son, Li Liu yilong, was a great success and rushed the northern expedition, but instead let the northern Wei emperor Wu tuobadao fly south, and return to the north shore of the Yangtze river, and suffered a heavy blow by his opponents.

forty-three years, I still remember looking at it, and I was on fire at Yangzhou Road. Looking back, under the Beaver Temple, there was a crow club drum.

Who can ask: Lian Po is too old to eat? Xiangji temple, Wang Wei, not knowing the way to the Temple of Heaped Fragrance and under miles of mountain-cloud I have wandered. Ancient trees towering but no pedestrian path, where the mountains in the temple bell.

a rillet sings over winding rocks, the sun is tempered by green pines. In the evening, come to the empty pool, quietly Zen meditation to suppress the heart dragon.

Wang Weimu, who was in Shangrenshan Courtyard in Tanxing, a Buddhist temple, held a bamboo stick and treated the tiger head. Urge the guests to hear the mountain ring and return to the house to chase the water.

the wild flowers are blooming well, and the valley birds are singing quietly. Sitting in an empty forest (a village) at night is silent, and the breeze is as straight as autumn.

3. Describe many poems in the temple

Spring in the South of the Yangtze River. Du Mu

Thousands of miles of yingti are green and red, and the water village is full of wine flags.

Four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties are covered in misty rain.

[note]

1. crow: call.

2. Mountain fruit: the city wall backed by mountains.

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

4. Southern Dynasties: A.D. 42-589, the four dynasties of Song, Qi, Liang and Chen in the south. At that time, a large number of Buddhist temples were established.

[Brief Analysis]

This is a landscape poem with a good reputation. A small space paints a broad picture. It is not aimed at a specific place, but at the unique scenery of the whole south of the Yangtze River, so it is entitled "Jiangnan Spring".

The first sentence, "Thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red", shows the natural scenery in the south of the Yangtze River from the beginning. "Thousands of miles" is a summary of the vast south of the Yangtze River. There are warblers everywhere, and the boundless green leaves set off bright red flowers. This colorful and vibrant scenery is naturally unique to Jiangnan. The second sentence, "Shuicun Mountain Guo Wine Flag Wind", describes the unique topographical features of the south of the Yangtze River. There are villages near the water and battlements near the mountains. In the gentle breeze of spring, wine flags are gently waving. What a beautiful south of the Yangtze River!

one or two sentences are about sunny scenery, and three or four sentences are about rainy scenery. "Four hundred and eighty temples in the southern dynasties, how many towers are misty and rainy." In the light rain in spring, there is another scenery. There are hundreds of Buddhist temples left over from the Southern Dynasties. These resplendent Buddhist temples with heavy houses are shrouded in misty rain, looming and seemingly absent, adding a hazy and blurred color to the spring in the south of the Yangtze River. "48" is an imaginary number, not a real one, which highlights the number of Buddhist temples.

The whole poem outlines the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River and depicts the beautiful and misty spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River with a highly generalized brushwork. Bright colors and meaningful feelings. A seven-character quatrain can show such a vast picture, which is really "a thousand miles in size".

4. Write poems about temples

Flower Sacrifice Teng: The temples need not be deserted from the world, and the Buddha is twice as busy. If visitors are interested in staying in the Buddhist temple, they will move the golden boat in the middle of the country.

it's hard for a colorful swallow to find a dream before, but a crisp flower is empty. Wenyuan died of illness, and Lan Cheng traveled for a long time, looking back sadly.

The moon is bright, the mountain is flute night, and the wind is quiet and the temple is singing. -Lu You's "a night-mooring near maple bridge" Zhang Ji frosty night, Jiang Feng fishing for fire and worrying about sleep.

At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell goes to the passenger ship. Die Lian Hua Yu Miao Lan Ting Jin Gu Lu.

clear the frost overnight and dye all the trees by the lake. The nautilus cup is deep, and you can't tell me where he met.

Ran Ran's youth can't last. Zhu Yan in the mirror, after all, wears away.

Ding Ningjun remembers that immortals must be made by idle people. -Lu You and his nephew, a good tour of Tianzhu Temple in Hangzhou. Tang Author: Li Bai hangs a banquet in Lingpengqiu, while Guan Tao rests in Zhanglou.

three mountains move and prosper, and five horses roam together. Tianzhu sen is in the eye, and the wind is rustling in the autumn.

look at the clouds and measure the changes, making the water poor and quiet. The mountains are separated by the distant sea, and when the porch writes, it will return to the stream.

poetry becomes a proud cloud and moon, and it is full of interest in Wuzhou. Yong Yule Jingkou Beigu Pavilion Nostalgia Xin Qiji has never been found, and the hero is nowhere to be found. Sun Zhongmou is located.

In dancing pavilions and singing platforms, the wind always blows away. The setting sun shines on the grassy plain of the grassy tree, where people say it was the place where Emperor Wu of Song had lived.

Back in those days, Jin Ge was an iron horse and swallowed Wan Li like a tiger. However, Wang Liu yilong's son, Li Liu yilong, was a great success and rushed the northern expedition, but instead let the northern Wei emperor Wu tuobadao fly south, and return to the north shore of the Yangtze river, and suffered a heavy blow by his opponents.

forty-three years, I still remember looking at it, and I was on fire at Yangzhou Road. Looking back, under the Beaver Temple, there was a crow club drum.

Who can ask: Lian Po is too old to eat? Is the shrine a temple? Xiangji temple, Wang Wei, not knowing the way to the Temple of Heaped Fragrance and under miles of mountain-cloud I have wandered. Ancient trees towering but no pedestrian path, where the mountains in the temple bell.

a rillet sings over winding rocks, the sun is tempered by green pines. In the evening, come to the empty pool, quietly Zen meditation to suppress the heart dragon.

Wang Weimu, who was in Shangrenshan Courtyard in Tanxing, a Buddhist temple, held a bamboo stick and treated the tiger head. Urge the guests to hear the mountain ring and return to the house to chase the water.

the wild flowers are blooming well, and the valley birds are singing quietly. Sitting in an empty forest (a village) at night is silent, and the breeze is as straight as autumn.

Although there is no "temple" or "temple" in an autumn evening in the mountains, its artistic conception is the representative of Wang Wei's "Buddhist poetry". After rain the empty mountain, an autumn evening in the mountains, stands autumnal in the evening.

moonlight in its groves of pine, stones of crystal in its brooks. The bamboo forest is loud and clear, the laundry girl comes back, the lotus leaf jiggle want to go up and down the canoe.

and what does it matter that springtime has gone, while you are here, O Prince of Friends?.

5. What are the poems praising temples

1. "Two Poems of Tijuehai Temple" Dai Xu

In the Song Dynasty, the mountains were covered with gold and jade, overlooking the flat slopes and hundreds of hectares of fields. The spiritual trace helps the gallbladder to carry the holy luck, and the broken monument is still remembered as the Huichang year. The sun turns over the birds and magpies, and the wind falls on the edge of the jade account. After the sacrifice, the number of Weng Shaji stands, and the twilight tide goes by.

2.

In Song Dynasty, it was raining in the autumn cloud pavilion, and plowing was done outside the rain to treat the abandoned fields. As an official, I feel ashamed of myself and send it to the sun, but nothing happens in the morning. No one knows the decadence, and the ancient temples frequently come to have Buddha's fate. I borrowed a tea stove for cooking medicine temporarily, but the wind blew around the tripod but Ling Ran.

3.

It's difficult to talk about it, so where can we find it? Wild temples are uncertain, and it is easy to be cloudy in poor winter. Listen to the pine for nine miles, but sit in the cold spring.

4.

Wei Ye in Song Dynasty was afraid of vortex and mountain whirling, and Tao suspected Shi Ben. I am worried about the earth's axis, and I want to shake the shovel. The temple is full of streams and clouds. The balcony is suspicious of vomiting, and the boat is afraid of swallowing whales. Although the tourists are thrilling, the monks are not tired of making noise. Such as the tide without vibration heron, like the gorge without crying ape. Lonely shops do less business, and the male company has a lot of water transportation.

5. a buddhist retreat behind broken-mountain temple was often built in Tang dynasty

in the pure morning, near the old temple and where early sunlight points the tree-tops. A winding path leads to a hidden spot, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded with boughs and flowers. Here birds are alive with mountain-light, and the mind of man touches peace in a pool. And a thousand sounds are quieted, by the breathing of a temple-bell.

6.

Ode to the Seven Temples

Bells ring and fragrant ding ring around the world of mortals. Who will feel the reason for worshipping? Go in and out of the temple to meet evil spirits and scrape blood to serve the gods.

7.

In the Qing Dynasty in Chen Weisong, the clouds in the spring mountains were harmonious, and the spring water in front of the mountains was all green. Pointing to Qiancun Ancient Temple

8. Flower Sacrifice Teng: Temple

You don't need mountains to avoid the world, but an empty door is twice as busy. If the Buddha is interested, visitors will stay in the Buddhist temple.

9. "Chao Zhongcuo" Land Tour

Winter is full of drums and drums, and the candle flame moves the golden boat. Colorful swallows are hard to find their dreams, and crisp flowers are empty. Wenyuan died of illness, and Lan Cheng traveled for a long time, looking back sadly. The moon is bright, Meishan flute at night, and the wind and the temple are singing.

1. "a night-mooring near maple bridge" Zhang Ji

frosty night, Jiang Feng fishing and sleeping. The lonely cold mountain temple in the city outside the city of Suzhou, the sound of the bell ringing in the middle of the night passed to the passenger ship.

6. Poems praising the temple

Came to the beautiful Hangzhou,

Who doesn't want to know Lingyin Temple earlier and

witnessed her graceful and beautiful appearance?

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

I felt a kind of solemnity,

an unparalleled solemnity.

︿ ︿

Although I can't hear the sound of bells and drums ringing together,

I can still feel the ancient taste,

I feel the shock that makes people feel surprised.

I never worship Buddha, and I don't burn incense.

It's just a kind of admiration for Buddha.

The corners of Buddha's mouth are always like smiles,

as if laughing at the ignorance of the world.

︿ ﹏

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

living in seclusion in the West Lake and in Yunlin.

As long as you go to the cold spring,

you can smell the incense burning in the wall.

I wonder how much Zen incense Su Shi, who was sitting at the cold spring pavilion drinking tea, was able to write:

"If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, it is always appropriate to make light makeup and heavy makeup"

, which is enduring for a long time.

︿ ︿

Walking on the silent stone steps,

Touching the soul of the gardening art of Lingyin Temple,

Admiring the word "hidden" by the ancients,

Making the general situation of Lingyin Temple quiet and deep.

︿﹏︿︿

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

showing off the style of practice.

Lingyin Temple is hidden in the valley surrounded by peaks,

with its back against the majestic north peak,

facing the beautiful Feilai Peak,

a clear spring flows in front of the temple,

as if it were in a place hidden by fairies.

︿ ︿

It's no wonder that Su Dongpo wanders in Lingyin, and

writes the poem "I love Lingyin to fly to solitude".

Walking along the quiet path,

The towering ancient trees are filled with quiet and ancient charm,

There are clear streams and gurgling around, carp playing,

The peaks are elegant and the dust disappears,

It's extraordinary.

︿ ︿

Ming Dynasty painter Shen Shitian said:

The scenery on the lake is hidden,

The scenery is alone in the cold spring.

cold spring Chi Pan has a cold spring pavilion.

︿︿︿

Standing on the stream, looking at the Millennium,

Literati and poets linger here, enjoying the scenery and singing poems,

as if seeing Bai Juyi and Su Dongpo sitting on the pavilion,

drinking and writing poems.

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

The quip asks:

"When did the spring get cold? Where does the peak come from? "

︿︿︿

Naturally, there are experts to answer the question:

"The spring is cold when it is cold, and the peak flies from the flying place."

There are also:

"The spring has been cold since Yu, and the peak has flown from the neck."

I also dare to respond:

"Springs have been cold since ancient times, and peaks have flown from the sky."

︿ ︿

Lingyin Temple is the place where the Buddha settled, and

it is the residence of the "Living Buddha".

it has a long history and culture, and

it blends in with beautiful natural scenery, and

it is really a bright pearl among the beautiful rivers and mountains in China.

Hanshan Temple Qing Lu Ding

The temple building is directly adjacent to many mountains, and it is a key area in the southeast of fish and rice.

a poet who only cares about his teeth and makes money, but doesn't smell of fishing and fire.

there is no such thing as returning home from a trip, and asking about the cold rock should be true.

As soon as the bell rings in the clear night, several people share the same dream but different dust.

Hanshan Temple Ming Wang Xideng

On the west side of the ancient temple, there are green hills everywhere.

the stone dragon always makes rain, while the river magpie still sings the wind.

it's hard to decide whether the city is close to monks, and the spring flowers are not red.

candles flow outside the door, but dust darkens the river maple.

Hanshan Temple was given a farewell to Ming Gao Qi.

Fengqiao looks at Bishan Mountain in the west, and the temple is exclusive to Hanjiang River.

the clock in the boat urges the passengers to get up, and the lamp in the tower shines on the monk's return.

fishing should be lonely and lonely, and the official road is bleak and the leaves are sparse.

You must remember to park outside Gusu City, and send the monarch away during the crow season.

Sleeping at Maple Bridge at night, looking at Hanshan Temple

Sleeping at night, relaxing the clock with loneliness, dreaming of sleeping at Maple Bridge for ten years. Qing Kuang did not see Wang Sili and came to ask about the tide outside Hanshan Temple.

Hanshan Temple

It's raining in Wujiang, and Bishan Ancient Temple is alone. Cold birds descend to the rock side tower, and the residual photos show that the monks are loose outside the path. There is no vulgar rhyme in the empty silence and high fasting, and there is a trace of Maitreya, the crazy wind. The boat took advantage of the cold wave,