What are the Zen poems in temples in autumn?

1, the autumn wind is blowing, and the fallen leaves are piled up on the bare hillside, between the residual lights of the ancient temple and the stone wall. Passers-by have gone, and cold clouds fly back every night.

2, sick every day, the heart is lonely. When the sun sets, all the trees are cold. Chu Temple is a new guest, and Wujiang River is an old guest. Why did you send this? The wind and rain are rustling.

3, the long walk is not far away, and the rustling wood begins. Poetry broke the threshold and Jiang Ying touched his heart. The pavilion goes out in the north, and the rain is sparse in the west. Jin Fengqiu is better. What about begging?

4. The mountains are bluer in the near night, and the west of the forest turns sunny. I don't know what to do in the swimming pool. At the beginning of the wilderness, Pinghu was not born. Lonely boat has been lost for many times, only listening to the sound of autumn spring.

5, recruit me to live in the suburbs, open the door but complain. The autumn sleeping mountain is burnt out, and the bamboo garden is deep at dusk. Cold pu is red, and the wind window is heavy. Watching meditation stones is not to relax yin qi.