Poems about temples and trees (poems describing temples)

1. Poems describing temples, first break the mountain temple, then break the temple.

Tang changjian

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

My road twists and turns, through a valley covered by branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.

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

All was silent, except the bell.

Peach blossoms in Dalin Temple

Tang Bai Juyi

In April, the beauty of the world is exhausted, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are blooming.

I have long hated that spring is nowhere to be found and I don't know where to go.

Spring outing in Qiantang Lake

Tang Bai Juyi

Gushan Temple is north of Jiating West.

Low water level and low cloud feet.

Several early songbirds compete for warm trees,

Whose new swallow pecks at spring mud?

Flowers are becoming more and more charming,

Only shallow grass can have no horseshoe.

The lack of eastbound love for the lake,

Qingyang White Sand Embankment in under the greenwood tree.

Dreamed of the south bank

Tang Bai Juyi

Jiang Nanyi,

I remember Hangzhou best.

Looking for laurel in the mountain temple in the middle of the month,

Looking at the tide on the pillow of the county pavilion,

When will you revisit?

Song of the night deer gate

Tang Meng Hao ran

The bell in the temple of the mountain rang the night, and I heard people in the fishing city hobbling on the ferry.

People came to Jiangcun along the beach, and I also went to Lumen Mountain by boat.

Soon, the dim moonlight penetrated the misty trees, and before I knew it, I came to an ancient seclusion.

Thatched doors and pine paths are lonely and quiet, and only strangers come and go.

Night berth near Fengqiao

Tang zhangji

Frosty night,

Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.

Hanshan Temple outside Gusu,

The midnight bell arrived at the passenger ship.

2. Poems about temples: Tang Author: Chang Jian's works: Temple content after breaking the mountain: In the pure morning, near the old temple, where the treetops are lit with dawn.

A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers. Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.

A thousand voices were quiet and only the bells were heard. Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Works: Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple Content: Peach Blossoms in Mountain Temple bloom in April.

I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here. Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Works: Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake Content: Gushan Temple is north-west of Jiating, and the water level is low.

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.

I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar. Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Works: Recalling Jiangnan Content: The most unforgettable thing is Hangzhou.

Looking for laurel in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion, when will you revisit? Year: Tang Author: Meng Haoran's Works: Night Return to Lumen Song Content: The bell of the mountain temple comes at night, and the fisherman climbs the ferry. People walked along the shore to Jiangcun village, and I also returned to Lumen by boat.

The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile. Thatched doors and pine paths are lonely and quiet, and only strangers come and go.

Year: Tang Author: Works: Night parking by the Maple Bridge Content: On a cold night, Jiang Feng sleeps with fishing and fire. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

Year: Northern Song Dynasty Author: Lin Bu Works: Gushan Temple Ruishang People's House View Content: The bottom leans against the railing, and the back pavilion of Gushan Tower leans west. The gloomy painting axis Lin Temple is littered with chess shuttlecocks.

Autumn sometimes flies alone, and the sunset is just cold smoke. Staying up late loves my family more, just waiting for spring to see the snowy day.

Age: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Works: The Palace of Love Content: Sitting on a stone stream, looking for flowers around the palace. I always smell birds. It's spring everywhere.

Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Works: Lonely Tung in Yunju Temple Contents: A sapphire terrace, Chiba Committee. The pavilion is more than five feet long, and its lofty intentions are still unfinished.

The monk is 90 years old, quiet and old. Since the cloud hand planted, a tung tree.

Straight from the bud, high from the beginning. There are no branches on all sides and the center is reasonable.

Those who leave a message stand alone and straight. Year: Tang Author: Works: Climbing Jionji Pagoda with Gao Shi and Xue Ju Content: Pagoda rises from the ground and reaches the Heavenly Palace.

Climbing, we seem to have left the world behind us, and our overlooking steps are hanging in space. It is above a holy land and can only be built by spiritual hard work.

Its four sides darken the bright sun, and its seven floors cut through the gray clouds. Birds fly where we can't see, and high winds blow where we can't hear.

Mountains, eastward, eastward. Far away, green locust trees line the wide road, and Guan Gong He Linglong.

The colors of autumn come out from the west and go through the city. In the north, there are five cemeteries, which are always quiet under the dew and green grass.

Those who know the ultimate meaning of life, this is what all mankind must learn. From now on, I will put my official hat aside and find the eternal way is the only happiness.

Year: Tang Author: Works: Youtianzhu Temple Content: Morning Mount Tianzhu, chao yang shan Temple Dawn. Rivers and springs contend for bursts, and rivers and sea headlands linger.

Go straight to the solitary peak, and the peaks are small. In1February in Zhou Nan, the ground is warm and there is almost no ice and snow.

Green is full of cold mountains, and vines cover winter marshes. On the waterfall side of the flower niche, there is a stone forest with stone walls and blue tiles.

Ring the bell to gather people, and give food to gather apes and birds. Wash the mind, return to purity, and the heart is empty.

When you first know the world, everything will be disturbed. Year: Tang Author: Dai Shulun Works: Temple Content: Yuan Zhen kept flowing, why did Qu Zi complain! Autumn wind rises at dusk, and maple trees whisper.

Year: Tang and Five Dynasties Author: Du Mu's Works: Title Mulan Temple Content: Dedicated as a human being, I once dreamed with thrush. A few times, the wine brush piled on the cloud to wish Princess Ming.

3. After the mountain temple was destroyed, on a pure morning, near the old temple, where the early sunshine pointed to the treetops, my road meandered through a sheltered valley, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat where birds contacted the mountain light and people's hearts, and the peace pool and a thousand voices were quiet, often built in the Tang Dynasty, but bells were heard. Peach blossoms in Dalin Temple and Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty were in full bloom in April, and peach blossoms in mountain temples began to bloom. I have long regretted not finding a place in spring, but I don't know where to ask for help. Qiantang Lake visited Jiating, west of Gushan Temple in Baijuyi in Tang Dynasty in spring, and the water surface was flat at first. Its new swallow pecks at the soil in spring. Flowers are more and more attractive, but shallow grass can't have horseshoes. I love the eastbound lake and the white sand embankment under the shadow of Populus davidiana. I remember Bai Juyi's Jiang Nanyi in the Tang Dynasty in the south of the Yangtze River, and I remember Hangzhou best. Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion, when will you revisit the old place? In the evening, I went back to Lumen Song in Haoran. The bell in the mountain temple rang the night arrival, and I heard the people in the fishing city hobbling on the ferry. People came to Jiangcun along the beach, and I also took a boat to Lumeng Mountain. Soon the moonlight of Lumeng Mountain penetrated the misty trees. Unconsciously, I came to an ancient secluded place, a thatched cottage door and a pine forest path. It was lonely and quiet, and only hermits came and went. A Night Stay near Fengqiao Zhang Tang After Cold Night, Jiang Feng went fishing and slept. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu, the midnight bell rang to the passenger ship.

There are many poems describing ancient victories in Tang Dynasty.

Spring outing in Qiantang Lake

Tang Bai Juyi

From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.

Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.

I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.

Hangzhou wangchun

Tang Bai Juyi

Looking at the sea tower in the distance, the morning light shines slightly, and the river bank is white.

That night, he should be recruited into the temple and hide with Liu Sechun.

Tea brocade praises persimmons, and green flag sells wine and pears.

Who opens the southwest road of Hu Si Temple? The grass-green skirt is inclined at the waist.

Early spring and late night scenery of Qiantang River

Tangzhanghu

In the sunset, Lin Sakamoto caressed the traces ahead.

Light flow back to Pu, residual snow peak.

Look up at the vast sky and overlook the clouds and trees.

Speaking of the real world, the western bell rang last night.

Lin' an in the early spring

Song luyou

In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?

Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.

Straighten paper, idle grass, fine milk, fine tea.

Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.

5.65438+ In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.

Tang Changjian's "Broken Temple Book Back Hall"

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

A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers.

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

There is silence here except for the bell.

In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed. (Bai Juyi's Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple)

Humayi north wind, nest south branch.

A tree with cold plum and white jade belt is near the village road and creek bridge.

Three Friends of Cold Age (Inscription) Tao Xingzhi's The First Peak of Pine Rocking Kunlun on Wansongling.

Liu Yong and Zhang Zhi's jasper are dressed as a tree, and they hang green silk brocade for thousands of years.

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue")

A traveler's song

Make clothes for the body of her wayward son, and make clothes for the thread in the hands of a loving mother.

Fearing that it would delay his time to go home, she mended it carefully and thoroughly.

But how much love does an inch of grass have when it gets three spring rays?

The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

6. The temple in the rain poem The temple in the rain comes from trees.

Last weekend, we went to the Stone Buddha Temple for classes, and the Ming Xin Reading Club began, accompanied by three girls, Wang, Wang, Nancy and Shu. On the day I went, it rained heavily and the water vapor on the road was white. There is no one in the stone Buddha temple, only the sound of raindrops under the eaves can be heard. Eyes full of lush green, dazzling people shine, standing in front of the column, I saw several plum blossoms climbing in front of my eyes, buds in full bloom, crystal raindrops falling. The fragrance of flowers is deep and deep, and it is deeply rooted in people's hearts. Drizzle wet streamer.

During the two days in the temple, three lovely girls had their own understanding. Wang is very diligent, gets up early to meditate, and plays with the puppies, saying that the food in the temple is delicious and I am swollen again!

Miss Nancy said, "After dinner, incense lasts for 15 minutes, and then meditation begins for 45 minutes. I found a suitable posture, sitting in a half-plate posture. At first, my thoughts were flying, and gradually quieted down after 5 minutes. The sound of rain outside is clearly audible. Then the drums and bells outside began to ring, and my thoughts began to get confused again. Take a deep breath and adjust. The last five minutes are the hardest, and I feel that I can't hold on to every minute. I have to sing a song in my head to kill time. Semi-perfect.

The morning class at 5: 30 has actually been changed to 6: 00. The three of us stood trembling in the dark rainy day and rang the doorbell with our brother. Morning prayers were sung in the morning class, and Master's voice was quiet and deep, reaching directly to people's hearts. With the drums, the tree said it felt like rock music. It's getting light and the rain has stopped. Alas, it's just that the weather is so cold that I really wear too little. A resentful gesture. "

The tree girl gave us the biggest surprise when she came back. She posted a series of pictures and words on Weibo. Not only the pictures are amazing, but also the words are beautiful. Therefore, it is organized as follows:

Go to the Stone Buddha Temple to meditate. There are few tourists on rainy days in early spring. There are plum blossoms covered with jade beads in the temple. You can smell the sweet smell of plum blossoms when you get closer. You can hear the sound of raindrops falling into the pond during meditation in the meditation hall. Pure, direct, present and unique.

The beautiful wind blows up the red silk rope hanging at the door and brings up two bells to jingle.

The rough tea and plain rice in the Buddhist temple is also delicious. I carefully read the dinner article before dinner and was very moved. Even a small action can change our view of the world, right?

"Dawn" and "Darkness" are two stray dogs living in the Stone Buddha Temple, which are deeply loved by meditation practitioners. I thought the dogs in the temple were vegetarian with everyone else. Later, when I saw Master feeding them dog food, I realized that they rested in front of the meditation hall every day, played by the grass, walked with practitioners, and occasionally fought with each other, without mindfulness or delusion.

Maybe it's rainy. Every grass, tree and stone here is full of Zen.