Information of Wuzhen Temple Scenic Area

Wang Jin

I heard about gold land, but I still opened a white jade field.

Throw mountains and move boulders, curse mountains and fly springs.

Tigers are divided into three ways, and worrying apes learn four Zen.

Buy Horae green laurel, beg for fire and dance with red lotus.

The rosy clouds shake the grass and sing the full moon.

The mountains and rivers are poor, and the world is even three thousand.

Fan Yu chats with the audience, and the city is so vague.

Trees grow out of Fuling, and Weihe River wants to reach the sky.

Zhu Guo is divided into remote counties, and the solitary village is white smoke.

Looking at the clouds and thinking about the Lord, remembering the sages in the fog.

Bo Huan was ashamed of his body. He wanted to be a Shogen all his life.

Who knows that Cao Anke once wrote with Bai Liang.

The Temple of Youwu Town

Jiapingao

Gu Lan area in Shaanxi province belongs to Quaternary glacial erosion landform,

Keywords inclined and vertical strata, intersection of faults and fractures, rock accumulation,

Wuzhen Temple was built on the carpet hill in Oak Bay.

When I went to Wuzhen Temple with Nan Mu and Shi on August 14th,

There are no tourists on the mountain, and nearly a thousand stone steps have been climbed from the mountain gate.

But we can see that the ravines and cliffs on both sides are folded vertically and horizontally, the stone cones are hanging dangerously, and there are ancient trees in the cracks.

None of them are big. The crossbar is inclined. I tried my best.

And the old vine of wild vine cares about it like a net. The stone steps are steep and narrow, almost face to face,

There are no birds singing in the ditch, only bees are flying, and footsteps will ring when they rise and fall.

Climbing to the top of the cliff is a platform, and Wuzhen Temple is just below the main peak.

The door of the temple was open, but there were no monks and no incense sticks in front of the Buddha statue.

The iron furnace in the hospital may have rained a few days ago and the thin layer has stopped.

Other temples are surrounded by pines and cypresses, while this temple is full of oak trees.

And the branches are straight, about ten feet high, as dense as bamboo forests,

Sometimes acorns fall and jump around on the ground.

There are two monuments in the courtyard with mottled handwriting.

I only know that temples were built in the Sui Dynasty and flourished in the Tang Dynasty. There are temples in Fiona Fang for miles.

More than 1000 monks. Standing in the temple, I can't help feeling a lot.

But fortunately, the mountains opposite the valley in front of the temple are all coming here.

The bare hills covered with fish ridges are scattered with rocks.

In the bare vegetation, it seems that thousands of believers bow down.

The main peak behind the temple is surrounded by oak trees and lush.

They all sparkle in the sun.

At the moment, the sky is calm and dark blue.

I wonder how many temples have become tourist destinations today.

Although the income is high and Zhong Ling is exhausted, Wuzhen Temple is vast and sparsely populated.

And well preserved.

When I went down the mountain, I saw a spring near the temple. The water was very sweet.

I took a bottle to make tea when I saw a monk coming from the forest path.

Walking silently, sickle in hand, I don't know what to do to repay.

Pingao Autumn Tour Wuzhen Temple

Kongming

In the autumn of Yiyou, Jia Pingwa went to Feng Dan's hometown and wanted to return to Xi 'an that night.

The rain stopped, but it didn't solve. The next day, it was still cloudy, and I hurried on my way.

When traveling in Lanshui Valley, my friend Nan Mu said that there is a Wuzhen Temple here.

Pingwa said that she had heard of it, but she didn't take it to heart.

Every time I go back and forth from Shangzhou, the car gallops by and there are only cliffs in my eyes.

Occasionally, I saw the stone tablet of Wuzhen Temple, and I didn't take it to heart.

If there is no temple in the heart, there is no impulse to worship.

Nan Mu said temple today, but he has a temple in his heart.

Pingwa said, "Let's go to the temple!"

Get off, cross the river, climb the stairs and climb slowly.

Originally, my knees were tired, so I took a light lotus step unconsciously.

The thrill of crossing the clouds.

Looking up at the sky, the clouds are clear and the blue is like washing;

Look at the mountains behind. They stand tall and the peaks arch.

Gradually into the secluded place, the oak forest was surrounded.

Back and forth, no one saw, no one spoke.

Noisy flow in the mountains, peace in the heart.

Bees are diligent in singing and dancing, and the wind is gentle and refreshing.

Yellow leaves dance gracefully, and acorns fall and jump from rocks.

Sparse branches, but more freehand brushwork in the blue sky;

The empty forest adds to the aftertaste of autumn.

Suddenly looked up, the temple fell from the sky, and Pingwa was dizzy, as if it were a lifetime ago.

Standing at the door, studying for a long time, lift your feet into the temple.

The arhats on the wall have been seen one by one.

Suddenly looking up, Pingwa exclaimed, "Nan Mu, look, dragon!"

But above the temple, under the blue sky, white clouds are as vivid as dragons.

Two people set up a sunshade and watched it for a long time.

A monk came back from nowhere, his face lit up.

The monk asked for tea and went into the meditation room. Tea is the purpose, and water is the fountain of enlightenment.

Drink, chat and get along happily.

Monks call themselves sexual clouds. He comes from Daxingshan Temple and is a single abbot. He has studied for seven years.

Nan Mu asked Xingyun, "Do you know Jia Pingwa?" Sex type shyly shook his head.

Nan Mu said: "He is Jia Pingwa, who writes articles!"

"The day before yesterday,

Burning incense means that lucky people will come to the temple in three days.

Think about it, the person who writes the article is a lucky person! "

Pingwa smiled and asked, "May I smoke?"

Sexual cloud looked solemn and compassionate and said, "All living beings are happy, and Buddha is happy.

If you don't smoke, you will be very upset. Smoke if you want! "

Pingwa lit a cigarette, and it was full of spring scenery.

Pingwa suddenly felt respectful, put out her cigarette and listened to the sex cloud talking about daily things.

I'm crazy.

Xing Yungong saw Pingwa off and walked a long stone road side by side.

A fate in life, only one step away; Ordinary wishes are made at the end of bamboo.

If you don't go home for a few days, you will bring up a stroke of genius.

"You Wu Zhen Temple" in one go.

Ghost Temple Poetry (130 rhyme)

Bai Juyi

Yuanhe nine years autumn, the first season of August.

I visited Wuzhen Temple in Wang Shunshan.

Four or five miles up the mountain, smell the water first.

Since then, I have been involved in Lanxi Bay.

Holding a bamboo stick, stepping on Baishitan.

Gradually strange eyes and ears, ignorant of the world.

Looking at the mountain from the foot of the mountain, it is impossible to climb it at first.

Who knows that there is a road, and the plate breaks through the top of the rock.

Take a breath under the pole, and then rest by the stone niche.

Small growth, the door is not closed.

I can't see anyone when I look up, and my hair hangs like a dragonfly.

Surprised the white bat, flying like snow.

Looking back at the temple gate, Zhu Xuan was sandwiched between cliffs.

For example, break the mountainside and put a temple inside.

There is no flat land, and the land is narrow and empty.

Rooms and halls compete with peaks and valleys.

There is not a pinch of soil in the rock, and the tree is thin and strong.

The roots are long, and the insects and snakes are flat.

Songgui has no business, and the four seasons are prosperous.

The branches are green and the rhyme is like a chord in the wind.

The sun and the moon are opaque, and the shade intersects.

A bird makes a sound and smells like a cicada.

When you rest in the guest pavilion for the first time, you will be restless.

A moment later, Wan Li suddenly realized.

The rainbow is flying on the eaves and spinning around the clouds.

Red sun and white rain, through thick and thin.

In the wild green bushes, the eyes swallow Qin Yuan.

Weishui is invisible, and the Han tomb is smaller than boxing.

However, no matter what the road is, I miss Zhu Lan.

People on the mountain seem to be far away.

In front of many pagodas, the wind is ringing in all directions.

Fight dust clothes and worship ice and snow.

Frost is a cassock, hail is a flower.

Ghost work is hard to see, and its traces are engraved.

The second time I went to Kannonji, I didn't smell sandalwood.

Take off your shoes on the steps and collect your feet for a clean feast.

Six rows of jade mirrors and four gilded cymbals.

Night is bright, don't wait for the lights to burn.

Many treasures are low and proud, and Bibei coral is a flag.

The wind is like a happy day, touching the mountains and mountains.

White beads with dew, red beads with blood.

Decorate the Buddha's bun and make it a crown of seven treasures.

Double bottles of white glass if the color is cold.

Looking at the relic through the bottle, it turns like an elixir.

Yu Di, what is the generation of things? Heaven and man are just gardens.

Blowing like the voice of an autumn crane can make people feel depressed.

It's autumn now, and March and May are full.

Tang Bao has three doors open, and the golden elf is in front.

The moonlight shines brightly, and the crystal light is brilliant.

According to Lengxin, I don't want to sleep at night.

Xiaoxun Nanta Road, chaotic bamboo low Chan Juan.

You didn't meet anyone in the forest, and cold butterflies flew around.

I don't know the name of mangosteen.

Enough to satisfy hunger, sweet and sour.

Daonan blue valley god, purple umbrella white paper money.

At the age of 20, in case of flood and drought, the imperial edict sent to repair apple flies.

Because the ground is clean, there is no meat or drink.

The dangerous stones were stacked four or five times, and the thunder was embarrassed.

What does the creator mean? It is piled on the east side of the rock.

Clothes are like feathers, I want to fly.

The three peaks are in danger, and the sword on the peak remains.

Often after the white clouds pass, the sky will definitely open.

At sunset in the northwest, the sunset glow is red.

Thousands of miles away from the screen, walk down the cinnabar pill.

The southeast moon is in the sky and the night is long.

At the bottom of the pool, there is a gold plate written on it.

Blue water gurgles day and night.

Week goes around the mountain and looks like a green ring.

Or paved for slow flow, or excited for running.

In the deepest part of the city, Long Xianxiang emerges.

Hanging sideways is particularly dangerous.

Romon plays cypress and drinks apes under the stream.

Snow blooming egrets, brocade jumping startled red herring.

Take a rest, wash your mouth and get rid of your troubles.

Shallow and deep are penetrating and can illuminate the brain and liver.

But love is at the bottom and I want to find the source.

East Cliff rocks abound, full of rare treasures.

Warmth comes from the outside, in the meantime, embarrassment.

Bian He has been dead for a long time, and Liangyu has given up more donations.

Sometimes it shines, and the night is connected with the stars and the moon.

The highest peak in the middle, leaning on the sapphire pole.

If you can't get up, you can't get up

There is a white lotus pond on the ground with clear blue flowers.

It is not famous, and that place is not where people live.

There is also a stone as big as a square brick.

It was inserted in half, and Wan Ren hung under it.

Cloud has a former teacher, sitting without Zen.

I heard Huang's voice on a moonlit night.

Looking back at the painting dragon hall, I found two ancient temples.

When you want to listen to Buddhism, you are willing to seal the altar.

Return to the spring cave and become a dragon.

There are caves in front of the steps, and white smoke comes from the rain.

Monks who write scriptures are quiet and focused.

Pigeons fly thousands of times.

Add water to the inkstone to suck the bottom spring of the rock.

Three times a day, the season is not long.

After becoming a monk, his disciple's name was Yang Nan.

Carrying this lotus, tens of billions.

A rotten mouth is not rotten, and the root of the tongue is like a red lotus.

The skull is missing today, but Shi Xin is still there.

There are Wu paintings on the powder wall, and the brush color is still fresh.

There are Chu books on the plain screen, and the ink color is as new as dry.

Spiritual realm and different traces are all around.

Five-day tour, want to go back, but still linger.

I am a native of this mountain, and I was mistaken for the time network.

Lead the study, push and pull the official.

Not only in the literature department, but also giving advice to employees.

Stupid and inappropriate, and it's no use being a vegetarian.

With this, I feel ashamed and often unhappy.

Nothing, nothing, nothing old.

Today, when I came out of the hairpin group, I began to worry.

And for landscape tours, it is intensive.

Wild elk broke free and walked freely.

When will the pond fish be returned when it is put into the sea?

Wearing layman's clothes and holding the South China Chapter.

Finally, I came to live in this mountain, always thanking the middle edge of this area.

I'm in my forties and I've been idle all my life.

If it takes 70 issues, it will still take 30 years.