Wang Yangming's representative poems

Stay in Tianchi overnight, listen to thunder under the moon, and know that it is raining heavily the next morning.

Last night, at Yuefeng, there was a faint thunder from the foothills.

Xiao Lai asked the servants that the wind and rain swept into a small room at night.

Huachengsi

(Gui Yuezuo)

The city is high and the mountains are deep, and pavilions invade the upper bound out of thin air.

It's crisp in autumn outside, the moon is in the sky, and there is light rain on the ground.

Bowl of dragons floating clouds, Shi Hu's return, full of wind.

Monks who love mountains best can do good deeds, and the lights in the night hall are accompanied by lonely songs.

Yilongquan mountain

(Left

I love Longquan Temple, where monks are wild.

Sitting in the well all day, sometimes lying in Panasonic.

One night, especially a mountain cloud, three years.

Shame on killing the spring under the rock will clear itself sooner or later.

Remembering my brother

After being separated from Longshan Cloud for a long time, Shan Yu was a magnum.

I feel that my pillows are cold and my brothers are not here.

How can you live in the mountains when you walk all the year round?

If you were a hundred years old, you would walk away.

Because of the rain and Du Yun

(Go to work in Longchang)

In the evening hall, it was raining in Chai Men, and it was dark, and suddenly it entered the residual lotus basin.

Wan Li Cang Jiang gave birth to white hair, and several people sat at dusk.

The guest travels first in autumn, and whoever stays in the wilderness will pity the chrysanthemum.

But I remember the farming and fishing land in my hometown. I went to Jiangcun with piccolo.

Move to Guo Sheng Temple.

On the river, I know that the mountains are beautiful, and the temples are open to the peak.

There are clouds in the sky, and there is no summer in June.

Sick lungs want to move their pillows and wash their hearts, which makes them far away.

Fuchun is only feet away from the smoke, leaning on the summer floor and looking at the fishing platform.

Suping town wuyun restaurant

Xiaoxingshan road is high and low, and there is no horseshoe in the spring mud after the rain.

The emerald color drags the clouds to open the mountain, and the cold sound separates the bamboo from the clear stream.

I heard that I went to a shipwreck in the south, and my mind was full of memories of going back to the East to stop the stick.

Watching the bright moon in Xianfu at night is as clear as Jianhu West.

One-night mysterious wind view

The rocks are rugged and ancient, and the water in Shaxi is muddy.

Sunset throws birds into the deep foothills, and fireworks pedestrians look at the village.

Clouds in the sky have white hair, and Lin sits alone at dusk.

Vietnam is thousands of miles north of the river, fearing that spring will worry about the night.