Poetry related to temples

Changjian in Tang Dynasty

Buddhist retreat after the broken mountain temple.

On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.

A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.

All is silent here, but the bell is ringing.

Ode to the Seven Laws Temple

When the bell rings and the tripod rings around the world of mortals, who will feel the reason for worship?

Go in and out of the temple to meet evil spirits and scrape blood to serve God.

Cloud resentment

(clear. Chen Weisong)

The clouds in the spring mountain are harmonious, and the springs in front of the mountain are all green. Zhidian Qiancun Ancient Temple ...

Huajie Teng: Temple Fair

Avoid a world without mountains.

Now an empty door is twice as busy.

If the Buddha is interested,

You ren su fo Tang

Chaozhongcuo

Drum music flows in winter and winter, and candlelight moves the golden boat. Colorful swallows are hard to find dreams, and crisp flowers are empty.

Wen Yuan died of illness, and Lan Cheng traveled far and looked back sadly. The bright moon is in the sky, the night Meishan flute, the wind and the temple sing.

-Lu you

A night berth near Fengqiao.

Ji Zhang

Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.

In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

A butterfly in love with flowers

Lanting, Yu Miao, today's ancient road. Clear the frost overnight and dye all the trees by the lake. Nautilus cup is deep, you can't tell me where he met it.

Ran Ran's life will not last long. After all, Zhu Yan in the mirror will slowly disappear. Ding Ningjun remembers that immortals must be made by idle people.

-Lu you

Visit Tianzhu Temple with my nephew cishi.

Tang author: Li Bai

Ling Pengqiu hangs a banquet, and Zhang Lou watches Tao Xie. Three mountains move and prosper, and five horses roam together.

Tianzhu sen is in sight, and the autumn wind is rustling. Watching the clouds change makes the water poor and quiet.

The mountains are separated by the open sea, and Xuan wrote that he would return to the stream. Poetic into Ao Yun proud moon, full of interest in the five continents.

Yong he le Jing kou Gu Bei Guan nostalgia Xin qiji

It is difficult to find a hero like Sun Quan after the history of the country. The dance floor was still there, but the heroes had already gone with the passage of time. The setting sun shines on the grassland covered with grass and trees. People say that this was once the place where Emperor Wu of Song lived. Looking back, how powerful he was when he led the Northern Expedition and recovered lost ground!

However, Li Liu Yi Long, the son of Liu Wang Yilong, was a great success and made a swift northern expedition. Instead, he made the Northern Wei Emperor Wu Tuoba fly south and returned to the north bank of the Yangtze River, which was severely hit by his opponent. I have been back to the south for forty-three years, and I still remember the war scenes in Yangzhou. Looking back, there was a crow club drum under the beaver temple. Who can ask: Lian Po is too old to eat?

Through the temple of Ji Xiang.

Wang Wei

I don't know where Ji Xiang Temple is, so I climbed several miles into the clouds and peaks.

Ancient trees are towering, but there are no pedestrian paths, and there are bells in the mountains in the temple.

The spring water in the mountains hits the dangerous rocks, and the sun in the pine forest is cold.

In the evening, come to the empty pool and meditate quietly to suppress the dragon.

Pass by Tan Xing Ren Shang's concept of good karma.

Wang Wei

Hold a bamboo stick at dusk and wait for the tiger.

Urge guests to listen to the sound of mountains and go back to the house to chase water.

Wildflowers are blooming well, and valley birds are whispering.

Sitting in an empty forest (a village) at night is silent, and the breeze is as straight as the autumn wind.