Jingci Temple was a Buddhist temple with a long history. It was located in the Xicheng District of Beijing City, China, and was one of the famous Buddhist mountains in China. The following are some poems about Jingci Temple: After the rain, autumn comes late in the sky. --Wang Wei's Autumn Dusk in the Mountain Green Tree Village and Green Mountain are inclined outside. --Wang Anshi's Boat Moored in Guazhou The green mountains cannot be blocked, after all, it flows eastward. --Xin Qiji's Bodhisattva Man·Book Jiangxi Mouth Wall Birds fly over thousands of mountains, leaving no trace of people. --Liu Zongyuan, River Snow The wild path is black with clouds, and the boat's fire alone shines bright. --Du Fu's Spring Night Rain Some of these poems described the natural scenery of Jingci Temple, while others described the history, culture, and Buddhist teachings of Jingci Temple. They showed the natural scenery, history, culture, and Buddhist atmosphere of Jingci Temple.
Fairy was a common image in literature. Many poets and poets had written poems about fairies. The following are some poems written by famous fairies: 1 "Sapphire Case·Yuanxi" Xin Qiji: When will the bright moon appear? I take my wine and ask the blue sky. I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to go back with the wind, but I'm afraid it's too cold to be high in Qionglou Yuyu. I dance to make clear how the shadow seems to be in the world. 2. In the theme song of "Dream of the Red Chamber" sung by Deng Jie, the actress of Lin Daiyu,"Rain in Xiaoxiang": Lin Daiyu's light footsteps step over the water surface of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, like a fairy, Lin Daiyu, when can you return to heaven? In the Song of Everlasting Sorrow, the Huaqing Palace where Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty's favorite concubine Yang Guifei lived was described as a fairyland where fairies lived. In the Song of Everlasting Sorrow, the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi had a line: The clouds are green, the rain is light, the water is white, and the smoke is produced. This feeling can wait to be remembered, but at that time it was already lost. In Water Margins, Lin Chong's wife, Lin Daiyu, was described as a fairy who once appeared in Lin Chong's dreams in the form of snowflakes. In Journey to the West, the Taiyi Cave where Sun Wukong's master, Bodhi, lived was described as a fairyland where a fairy lived. In Li Bai's poem "Nanling farewell to children entering the capital", there was a line: "The white wine is newly cooked in the mountains, the yellow chicken pecks at the rice and calls the child." The waves of the Yangtze River pushed the waves before them to death on the beach. The fairy images described in these poems had their own characteristics, some were elegant and noble, some were lively and lovely, and some were fresh and refined, showing different beauty and charm.
Red makeup, white hair, snow-white hair, eyebrows, eyes like spring water. Her red makeup is white, her eyebrows are green, and she smiles. Her skin is fragrant like snow, and her face is gorgeous like flowers. Her red lips were wrapped in red makeup, and her white hands gently rubbed her smooth skin. Red makeup, white dress, eyebrows and eyes like a painting, smiling in the spring breeze, skin fragrant like orchids. Red makeup, white dress, red sleeves, adding fragrance, the breeze caressing the face, the flowers and the moon. Her red makeup is white, her red lips are slightly open, her green eyebrows are smiling, her skin is fragrant like snow, her face is beautiful like flowers.
Prosperous described a flourishing career. The following are some poems describing "thriving": A garden full of spring flowers can't keep a single red apricot out of the wall. Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Original Grass" 2. Withered vines, old trees, crows, small bridges, flowing water, people. The ancient road, the west wind, the thin horse, the setting sun, the heartbroken man at the end of the world Tang·Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjing Sand·Autumn Thoughts" 3. The wildfire will not burn, and the spring breeze will blow again. Tang·Li Shangyin's "Jin Se" The green mountains cannot hide it, after all, it flows eastward. Song·Xin Qiji's "Bodhisattva Man·Writing on the Wall of Jiangxi's Mouth" Five thousand miles of rivers and mountains painting, one color, ten thousand lights, all brilliant. Song·Wang Anshi's Boat Moored in Guazhou 60,000 purple and red flowers always bloom and wither with each passing year. The wildfire never ends, and the spring breeze blows it again. Tang·Li Shangyin's "Jin Se" The Yellow River is far away, a lonely city in the white clouds. Why should the Qiang flute complain that the willows and spring breeze do not cross the Jade Gate Pass? Tang·Wang Zhihuan's Liangzhou Ci The wild path is black with clouds, and the boat's fire alone shines bright. At dawn I see the red and wet place where the flowers are heavy in Jinguan City. Tang·Du Fu's Spring Night Rain 9. The spring breeze blows, the horse gallops, and in one day I see all the flowers of Chang 'an. Tang·Meng Jiao,"After Passing the Examination" The green mountains cannot hide the east. Song·Xin Qiji's "Bodhisattva Man·Writing on the Wall of Jiangxi's Mouth"
* ****************************** - all the splendor falls on the vermilion face, leaving the mirror. - In March, Yangzhou is always full of flowers and flowers. - Spring breeze ten miles Yangzhou road roll up the bead curtain is not as good as. - Sunset clouds and lone ducks fly together in autumn water, sharing the same color in the sky. - Red beans grow in the southern part of the country, and spring comes. I hope you will pick more of these things and miss them the most. - Alone in a foreign land, a stranger, I miss my family more than ever during the festive season. - for a thousand miles we share the beauty of the moon. Some of these poems described the bustling scene of the city, some expressed the feelings of longing, and some described the beauty of nature.
Here are some poems describing kittens: 1 In "Farewell to the Ancient Grass", the grass on the plains withered and flourished every year. The wildfire never ends, and the spring breeze blows, it grows again. The far-off fragrance encroaches on the ancient road, the clear green connecting the deserted city. And send the royal grandson to grow luxuriant and full of farewell." 2. In 'Dream of the Red Chamber',' The Gourd Monk's Chaotic Judgement of the Gourd Case's Hidden Tiger Amulet in the Tieshan Temple. The sachet on the other side is most reminiscent of a spider's silk knot and a hundred sorrows." 3. In "Sapphire Case·Yuanxi","The east wind blows flowers and trees at night, and the stars fall like rain." The fragrance of the precious horse and carved carriage fills the road, and the sound of the wind and the whistling of the wind moves the light of the kettle, and the dragon and fish dance all night. 4. In "The River is Red, Writing Thoughts","The Great River East goes to the waves to wash away the ancient romantic figures." The people on the west side of the old camp said that it was the Red Cliff of Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. Rocks pierced through the sky and waves crashed against the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow. How many heroes are there in the picturesque landscape?" These poems all described the beauty and cuteness of kittens, showing the unique charm and spirituality of kittens in nature.
There are many poems that describe the palace. 1. Golden Horse Green Chicken Lane, Jade Hook Yellow Roll Lane. A light rain drizzles down the heavenly street, as moist as the crisp grass. 2. The Jade Palace is full of jackdaws and countless Brocade Guards. The king covered his face and could not save himself from seeing the blood and tears flowing in harmony. The palace stood tall and majestic. Jade pillars towered the sky, and copper walls were impenetrable. All mountains and rivers return to the palace. 4. Red walls, yellow tiles, green trees and red flowers. The palace was tall and magnificent. The palace was filled with treasures. The palace was towering. The Jade Palace and Golden Pavilion were magnificent. The palace was filled with treasures. The palace was rich in treasures. The secret technique of the Golden Jade Lock was profound. There are many treasures, rare and precious. The palace was towering. The Jade Palace and Golden Pavilion were magnificent. The palace was filled with treasures. The palace was rich in treasures. The secret technique of the Golden Jade Lock was profound. There are many treasures, rare and precious. The palace was towering. The Jade Palace and Golden Pavilion were magnificent. The palace was filled with treasures. There were many treasures in the palace. The secret technique of the Golden Jade Lock was profound. There are many treasures, rare and precious.
A soulmate was an emotion that was more intimate than a friend but more distant than a lover. The following are some poems that describe a confidant: There are plenty of fish in the sea, why do you have to love a flower alone? Butterfly in Love with Flowers 2. The spring breeze is ten miles long, and the road to Yangzhou is rolled up with a bead curtain. Du Mu's Night Moored at Niuzhu, Reminiscing the Past The world is drunk, but I am sober. The world is turbid, but I am clear. Qu Yuan's Asking Heaven Thinking of you is like a full moon. Zhang Jiuling's Farewell to the Ancient Grass The world is turbid, but I am clear; the world is drunk, but I am sober. Tao Yuanming, Drinking 6. Shuidiao Getou: When will the bright moon have wine to ask the blue sky? Su Shi's "Water Melody" 7. The Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's love. Li Bai's Gift to Wang Lun When the eighth line reaches the end of the water, I sit and watch the clouds rise. Wang Wei's Autumn Dusk in the Mountain 9 If the love between two people is long, how can it be morning and evening? Qin Guan's " Fairy of Magpie Bridge " The green mountains cannot hide the east. Xin Qiji's Bodhisattva Man·Writing on the Wall of the Mouth in Jiangxi Province
The following are some poems describing the "mountain village": The night in the mountain village was so bright under the moonlight. Where the water flows, all the people sleep on the river. 2. The Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, but it is not as deep as Wang Lun's love. Li Bai's Gift to Wang Lun 3. The mountain is heavy and the water is heavy. There is no way out. There is another village in the dark. Lu You's "Mountain West Village Tour" (4) Looking at the mountain from afar, it's colored, but listening to the water nearby, it's silent. Bai Juyi's Farewell to the Ancient Grass 5. Far up the stone path of Mount Han, there is a family at the place where white clouds grow. Du Mu's Journey to the Mountains 6. The green mountains cannot be blocked, and after all, it flows eastward. Xin Qiji's Bodhisattva Man·Writing on the Wall of the Mouth in Jiangxi Province 7 The mountain is empty, and no one is seen, but the voice of the people is heard. Wang Wei's Deer Wood On the 8th day, the light rain on the street is as moist as the crisp grass color, but there is nothing near from afar. Han Yu's Early Spring Presented to the Ministry of Water, Zhang Shiba Yuanwai 9. The rain on the Qingming Festival is so heavy that pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Du Mu's Qingming Festival 10 Green Tree Village and Green Mountain. Meng Haoran's "Passing by Old Friends"
A youth referred to a young man or woman. There were many poems describing the youth. A young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. I love to rise to the upper floor, and I write new poems to express my sorrow. When I was young, I didn't see the white-haired young man in Jiangnan. I regretted reading too late. 3. The young man's thoughts should be taken by the clouds. The young man's idle window letter is good, the pink beauty is not laughing. The young man listened to the song of rain, and the red candle on the upper floor darkened the tent. The teenager listened to the song of the rain upstairs until his eyes were dizzy. What is there to worry about when young men flatter themselves? Only chaste women are affectionate. What's the matter with young men flattering themselves? Only chaste women are sentimental. The youth does not know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. I love to rise to the upper floor, and I write new poems to express my sorrow. 10 Young people do not see Jiangnan white-haired people regret reading too late. These poems depicted people of different ages and their emotions and growth experiences. I hope these poems can bring you inspiration and enlightenment.
There are many poems of youth. The following are some classic examples: Youth is the spring of life, the blooming and radiance of life. The young man's face was as beautiful as a flower. The young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. I love to rise to the upper floor, and I write new poems to express my sorrow. The young man listened to the song of rain, and the red candle on the upper floor dimmed the curtain. In my prime, I listen to the rain in the boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low. The wild geese call the west wind. The young man listened to the song of rain, and the red candle on the upper floor darkened the tent. In my prime, I listen to the rain in the boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low. The wild geese call the west wind. Now the temple under the monk's hut is full of stars. Sorrow and joy, separation and reunion are always ruthless, before the order, drop by drop until dawn. The youth's face was as beautiful as a flower. The young girl's face has been like a painting since her youth. Seven teenagers listen to the rain song upstairs red candle faint Luo tent. In my prime, I listen to the rain in the boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low. The wild geese call the west wind. Now the temple under the monk's hut is full of stars. Sorrow and joy, separation and reunion are always ruthless, before the order, drop by drop until dawn. Eight teenagers listen to the rain song upstairs red candle faint Luo tent. In my prime, I listen to the rain in the boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low. The wild geese call the west wind. Now the temple under the monk's hut is full of stars. Sorrow and joy, separation and reunion are always ruthless, before the order, drop by drop until dawn. Nine teenagers listen to the rain song upstairs red candle faint Luo tent. In my prime, I listen to the rain in the boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low. The wild geese call the west wind. Now the temple under the monk's hut is full of stars. Sorrow and joy, separation and reunion are always merciless, I want to buy osmanthus flowers with wine, not like a young tour.