1. Poems about morning
1. Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest. (Inscribed on the Zen Temple behind Poshan Temple by Chang Jian of the Tang Dynasty)
2. Looking at the clear sky in the early morning, Mount Zhushan is clear again.
3. Starting in the morning to recruit priests, the travelers mourn their hometown. The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian, and the frost is everywhere in Banqiao. The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are bright on the post wall. Thinking of Du Ling's dream, the geese filled the pond. (Morning trip to Shangshan, Wen Tingyun, Tang Dynasty)
4. Walking in the north forest in the morning, Xiao San opened his lapel. When I saw Lin Shangyue again, Juanjuan was still alive. The clouds are solitary and distant, and the wisps of clouds are clear and deep. Only when there is no reason to be precious can you know the inner meaning of things. (Leaving the forest of the county residence in the morning by Zhang Jiuling)
5. Ding the boat to the floating jade mountain, you will see the wonders in the early morning. The sun wheel breaks out of the water, and I feel that the river is wide. The distant waves frowned with red scales, and the green mist opened the golden plate. The light shines on the tower, and the blue sky floats in the clouds. The poet lacks the power of writing, but he sings about the cold autumn moon. How can I look at Luofu and see the sea gushing into the sea at night? (Watching the Sunrise at Jinshan, Lu You) 2. Ancient poems describing the early morning
1. "Spring Dawn" Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
I sleep in spring without waking up to dawn, and hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night makes one know how many flowers have fallen.
Translation: I was too sleepy in spring to realize that it was already dawn, and what disturbed my deep sleep was the chirping bird. There was constant wind and rain last night. I wonder how many of the beautiful spring flowers were blown down?
2. "Qing Ping Le·Morning Rising in the Painting Hall" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
When I get up in the morning in the painting hall, I come to report the falling snowflakes. The high rolling curtains are used to look at Jiarui, and the bright colors are far away, confusing the courtyard.
The strong air brings out the smoke from the furnace, and the cold plain grass produces jade pendants. It must be that the immortal was so drunk that he crushed the white clouds into pieces.
Translation: I had just woken up in the hall early in the morning when someone came to report that snowflakes were falling. The curtains are rolled up high to see the falling snow, and the white color blurs the distance. The vigorous momentum is like steaming furnace smoke, and the plain cold flowers and plants are covered with jade flaws. It's not like the gods in the sky are drunk and smashing the white clouds randomly.
3. "Morning Journey to Shangshan" Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun
Starting in the morning to recruit priests, the travelers mourned their hometown. The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian, and the frost is everywhere in Banqiao.
The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are shining brightly on the post wall. Thinking of Du Ling's dream, the geese filled the pond.
Translation: When I get up at dawn, the bells of the carriages and horses are already shaking; after traveling a long way, the wanderer misses his hometown sadly. The sound of chickens is loud, the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of the dawn moon; the footprints are faint, and the plank bridge is covered with early spring frost. Withered oak leaves have fallen all over the wild roads in the barren mountains; pale white orange blossoms bloom brightly on the mud walls of the inn. So I remembered the beautiful scene of Du Ling's dream last night; a flock of ducks and geese were playing in the curved lake and pond on the shore.
4. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 3" Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, the grass is full of bean seedlings. I wake up in the morning to sort out the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight.
The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. It's not enough to regret the stain on your clothes, but your wishes are fulfilled.
Translation: I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. The weeds are lush and the bean sprouts are sparse. Get up early in the morning and go to the fields to weed weeds, and return home with a hoe under the moonlight at nightfall. The narrow mountain path was overgrown with vegetation, and my clothes were wet with night dew. It's not a pity that my clothes got wet. I just hope it doesn't go against my intention to return to the fields.
5. "Spring Dawn" Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen
Half longing for the dawn and half not yet clear, drunk and smelling the flowers, sleeping to smell the orioles.
The jian'er shakes the bell, revealing the love in the temple twenty years ago.
Translation: The night is already half over, but it is not yet dawn. In the gentle dream of drunken dreams, the flowers are fragrant, the orioles are singing, and it is so lingering and pathos that it is difficult to leave.
The yellow dog shook the temple bell and pierced the silent night sky. It reminded people of what happened at dawn twenty years ago in Pujiu Temple. 3. Ancient poems describing the morning
1. Han Xie's "Morning Rising" The mountains and rivers are refreshing at dawn, and the alleys are clear when living leisurely. It has been able to eliminate stagnant thoughts and disperse the remaining food. When people draw water, they get up for the first time. When they return to their den, the swallows are temporarily startled. It's not enough to let go, the gap has already been born.
2. Du Xunhe's thoughts in the autumn morning. When the leaves fall, the traveler is startled by his first dream. Zhongcai was done on the pillow, and things had already happened before his eyes. The hair that sings does not grow black, and the friendship in the world does not last long. And make an appointment with justice, and return to the plow before you can bear it.
3. Weng Cheng praised the morning rejuvenation. When you get up in the morning outside the bamboo pavilion, you will feel free and happy. It's cold early in the morning, and the lone moon shines on the Guanhe River. When I travel, I eat sweet terrestris, and when I return home, I remember the dill. As if there is land, he is free and singing wildly.
4. Cao Song: Waking up in the morning: I can’t sleep at dawn, and the curtains are rolled up to clear the air.
There are only a few branches in the forest, and there is a cold wind. The birds are chirping in their bells, and the lotuses are sitting in the mist. Don’t doubt that the road is endless in the daytime.
5. Li Jianxun. A morning view of the small garden in spring and a call to the dormitory. The apricot blossoms are the most abundant, and the branches are like a hand. It should be noted that once spring comes, don’t get tired of reading it a hundred times. Birds chirp, the wind is latent, bees are late and the dew has not yet dried. Can you tolerate urination and drinking? I will give you a crown as a discount.
6. Wu Jun Gao Shiyong·He Youchenmen He You conceals his farming skills, and Chenmen hides behind the gate. Tao Zun's name can be humble, but his mind is at ease. Mixing in the realm of right and wrong, wandering in the world between heaven and earth. He also ridiculed Kong Xuan's father, who disappeared and never returned.
7. Lu Zhaolin In the early morning, the sun is covering Hongdu, and the river is low and arrows are moving randomly. Insects fly around the bright moon door, and magpies circle around the flower branches. The orchid-collared tent is in the north ravine, and the jade box and drum are rippled with ripples. Where I hear the singing of an oriole, dark clouds cover the sky.
8. Bai Juyi's "Morning Rising" The old bird moves in the front forest, and the morning light reaches the east room. The copper stove adds morning incense, and the sarong extinguishes the remaining candles. The wind has recovered a little when I wake up, my eyes are full and I am just beginning to sleep. He stood up without thinking and tapped his teeth thirty-six times. How to relieve Suzhai with a cup of mica porridge. 4. Ancient poems describing the morning
1. Rinse your cold teeth from a well and take a whisk to clear your mind. Holding the Bayeux book leisurely, I walked out of Dongzhai to read. When the sun rises, the mist and dew remain, and the green pines are as if they are covered with ointment. Be indifferent and talk about it, and your mind will be satisfied with your enlightenment. ——From the Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan's "Reading Zen Sutras in Chen Yi Chao Master School"
Vernacular interpretation: Drink cool well water, rinse your mouth and brush your teeth, and then brush off the dust on your clothes when your mind is clear. Leisurely holding up the Buddhist Bay-leaf Sutra, he walked out of Dongzhai and recited it aloud. The sun came out and illuminated the remaining dew of the morning mist, and the green pine trees looked like oil after a shower. The tranquility makes me feel indescribably calm, and I feel happy and satisfied after understanding the Buddhist principles.
2. When I open the door in the morning, the mountains are covered with snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are pale, and the sun is cold. The eaves stream is not dripping with plum blossom jelly, a kind of loneliness that is not leisurely. ——From the Qing Dynasty: "The Snow Queen in the Mountains" by Zheng Xie
Vernacular interpretation: When I woke up in the morning and opened the door, I saw that the top of the mountain was covered with heavy snow. At this time, the sky has cleared up, and the light of the rising sun has become colder through the light white clouds. The snow on the eaves has not yet begun to melt, and the plum blossom branches in the courtyard are still frozen by ice and snow. How unusual is such a cold and lonely atmosphere!
3. Get up in the morning in the painting hall to report the falling snowflakes. The high rolling curtains are used to look at Jiarui, and the bright colors are far away, confusing the courtyard. The strong air brings out the smoke from the furnace, and the cold plain grass gives rise to the jade pendant. It must be that the immortal was so drunk that he crushed the white clouds into pieces. ——From the Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's "Qingpingle·Morning Rising in the Painting Hall"
Vernacular interpretation: I had just woken up in the hall early in the morning when someone came to report the falling snowflakes. The curtains are rolled up high to see the falling snow, and the white color blurs the distance. The vigorous momentum is like steaming furnace smoke, and the plain cold flowers and plants are covered with jade flaws. It's not like the gods in the sky are drunk and smashing the white clouds randomly.
4. Get up in the morning to march for the priests, and you will be sad to see your hometown. The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian, and the frost is everywhere in Banqiao. The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are bright on the post wall. Thinking of Du Ling's dream, the geese filled the pond. ——From the Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun's "Morning Journey to Shangshan"
Interpretation in vernacular: When I get up at dawn, the bells of the carriages and horses are already shaking; after a long journey, the wanderer misses his hometown. The sound of chickens is loud, the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of the dawn moon; the footprints are faint, and the plank bridge is covered with early spring frost. Withered oak leaves have fallen all over the wild roads in the barren mountains; pale white orange blossoms bloom brightly on the mud walls of the inn. So I remembered the beautiful scene of Du Ling's dream last night; a flock of ducks and geese were playing in the curved lake and pond on the shore.
5. Farewell at dawn in the spring garden, with clear dew and meandering flowers. Once the wasps are idle, they roost on fragrant stamens every night. ——From the Tang Dynasty: "Spring Dawn" by Lu Guimeng
Vernacular interpretation: After dawn in the spring courtyard, crystal dew lies on the flowers, and the flowers are twisting and turning. The wasp becomes lazy and sleepy as soon as it flies over the flower, and stays on the fragrant stamen every night. 5. An ancient poem about the morning
Inscribed on Chang Jian of the Zen Temple behind Poshan Temple (Excerpt) Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.
The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees. The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart.
All sounds are silent, except for the sound of bells and chimes. Early trip to Shangshan Wen Tingyun Starting in the morning to recruit the priests, the guest is sad for his hometown.
The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian and the moon is shining in Banqiao. The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are bright on the post wall.
Thinking of Du Ling's dream, the geese filled the pond. Morning Breeze The Book of Songs The morning breeze blows, and the northern forest suffocates.
I haven’t seen a gentleman yet, so I am worried. How? So much selflessness! There are bud oaks on the mountain and six thorns on the mountain.
I haven’t seen a gentleman yet, so I am worried and happy. How? So much selflessness! There are buds on the mountains and trees on the hills.
I haven’t seen a gentleman yet, and I feel like I’m drunk with worry. How? So much selflessness! Morning hair under the bamboo, Fan Chengda, finished the morning makeup and broke through the cold, straddling the saddle and chatting away the tiredness.
Walking through the thin mist, you can see the overlapping mountains. The green smoke from the kitchen is as straight as the trees, and the green stream flows through the bridge bay.
The birds chirp as if to welcome guests, in a moment of love and no thought. Drinking Chapter 9 Tao Yuanming heard knocking on the door early in the morning, poured out his clothes and opened it himself.
Ask for whom? Father Tian has a good idea. The pot of pulp is far away from the future, and I doubt that I am good with the time.
"Under the tattered thatched eaves, there is not enough room for a high place to live. We are all the same in this life, and I hope you will gurgling the mud."
I deeply feel that my father's words are inconsistent with the few talents. You can learn how to be sincere, but it is not a mystery if you go against yourself! And if you enjoy this drink, I will not be able to return.
Miscellaneous Poems Zuo Si The autumn wind is so biting, and the white dew is morning frost. The soft branches are strong day and night, and the green leaves are yellow day and night.
The bright moon rises above the cloud cliff, and the clear light flows. The pavilion is draped in the front courtyard, and the geese are flying in the morning.
Gao Zhiju is everywhere, but he is guarding the empty hall. Strong teeth do not stay forever, but they are always generous at the end of the year.
Morning Rise by Cao Song Xiaose teaches not to sleep, the rolling curtains are refreshing. There are only a few branches in the forest, and there is a cold wind.
The birds chime in their bells, and the lotuses sit in the mist. Don't doubt that the road is endless in the daytime. 6. Famous lines describing the morning in ancient poems
Watching the sunrise on Jinshan Mountain. When traveling by land, mooring a boat to Fuyu Mountain, you will get a wonderful view in the early morning.
When the sun wheel broke out of the water, I felt that the river was wide. The distant waves wrinkle their red scales, and the green mist opens up the golden plate.
The light shines on the tower, and the blue sky floats in the clouds. The poet lacks the power of writing, but he sings about the cold autumn moon.
Why should I look at Luofu? The sea is still gushing at night. On the first day of the month, Wang Changling cleaned her golden boudoir and warmed her bed first.
The oblique light enters the curtain and touches the silk tube slightly. The cloud hair cannot be combed, and the poplar flowers are even more full.
The first day of the sun shines on the Phoenix Tower. Li Yuzhong is in the Rising Sun Yanyun Palace, where the Chaoyang Zhu Emperor lives. The broken clouds give rise to the majestic sky, and the pavilion is clear and empty.
The flowing colors are connected to the vermilion sill, and the brilliance shines on the sparse flowers. In the morning scene of Yunxuan, the dawn fades and the dawn begins.
The fairy mountain is close to Hufu, and the phoenix wings of Xuanying are comfortable. It's like the Queen Mother passing by, traveling in a five-cloud carriage from afar.
The first sun shines on the Huaqing Palace and the Chaisu Lingshan Mountain shines on the lake, and the palace can be seen far and near. The shadows move unevenly, and the light is misty.
The fresh flowers harvest the late green leaves, and the sky is filled with good spirits. Enter Linrun Hot Spring, and the building is deep and connected.
The title of Xuan is bright, and the moon is dimmed with beads. When will the phoenix chariot be lucky? I will look at the same direction. 7. What are the poems about morning?
1. Morning trip to Shangshan Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun: Starting in the morning to recruit priests, the traveler mourns his hometown.
The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian and the moon is shining in Banqiao. The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are bright on the post wall.
(Ming Dynasty Post Wall, one work: Zhaoyi Wall) Thinking of Du Ling's dream, the geese filled the pond. Translation: When I get up at dawn, the bells of the carriages and horses are already shaking; while traveling a long way, the wanderer misses his hometown sadly.
The roosters sing loudly, the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of the dawn moon; the footprints are faint, and the wooden bridge is covered with early spring frost. Withered oak leaves have fallen all over the wild roads in the barren mountains; pale white orange blossoms bloom brightly on the mud walls of the inn.
So I remembered the beautiful scene of Du Ling in my dream last night; a group of ducks and geese were playing in the curved lake and pond on the shore. 2. Dielianhua·Tongye leaves are floating in the morning and crickets are whispering at night. Song Dynasty: Lu You. Tongye leaves are floating in the morning and crickets are whispering at night.
Thinking about the autumn scenery while traveling, the road to Chang'an dims. Suddenly, I remember the place where the horse and the enemy were fighting.
The customs and the Qing Dynasty should remain as before. The boat on the river and sea is now ready.
A book of war, sighing that no one will pay. I had believed that I would never meet you in this life.
In those days, Yang Fu grew up in regret. Translation: I was transferred back to Beijing from the front line in late autumn. Along the way, I saw withered yellow tung leaves rustling down in the morning light, and heard the constant cry of cold crickets in the night.
Facing such a bleak autumn scene, I felt very depressed and gloomy when I thought about the reality that I would never be reused again after returning to Beijing. Suddenly, I recalled the fighting life on the front lines and the battlefields. The war was probably still going on at Dashan Pass and the Qingwei Coast.
Thinking of the bleak future in the future, I immediately came up with the idea of ??riding a boat and living in seclusion in the rivers and lakes. Unfortunately, I had long understood the strategy of the Northern Expedition to resist gold. No one could entrust it to me, and I could not let it continue to work for me. Make due contributions to the great cause of restoration.
If I had known that my patriotism and combat strategies would not be understood and adopted by the emperor, why would I have gone to such trouble to persuade the emperor? 3. Hillside Sheep·The first morning rooster crows. Yuan Dynasty: Chencao'an The first morning rooster crows, and the dusk crows are noisy.
The one who doesn’t want to make trouble in the world of mortals? The road is long and the water is long, but the fame lies in Chang'an Road. Young today will be old tomorrow.
The mountains are still beautiful; the people are haggard. Translation: From the rooster's first crow in the morning, to the crow's constant chatter at dusk.
Is there anyone in the world who doesn’t go to Vanity Fair? The road is thousands of miles away and the river is thousands of miles away. People trudge on the Chang'an Road in order to gain fame. The youth of today will be old tomorrow.
The country is still as beautiful as ever; but the lovely face is haggard. 4. Qingpingle·Morning Rising in the Painting Hall Tang Dynasty: Li Bai Rising up in the painting hall in the morning to report the falling snowflakes.
The high rolling curtains are used to look at Jiarui, and the bright colors are far away and the courtyard is lost. The strong air brings out the smoke from the furnace, and the cold plain grass gives rise to the jade pendant.
It must be that the immortal was so drunk that he crushed the white clouds into pieces. Translation: I had just woken up in the hall early in the morning when someone came to report that snowflakes were falling.
The high-rolled curtains watch the auspicious snow falling, and the white color blurs the distance. The vigorous momentum is like steaming furnace smoke, and the plain cold flowers and plants are covered with jade flaws.
It’s not like the gods in the sky were so drunk that they randomly crushed the white clouds into pieces. 5. Returning to the garden and living in the fields·Part 3 Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming Planting beans at the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is full of bean seedlings and there are few.
In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight. The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.
It is not a pity to have stains on your clothes, but your wishes are true. Translation: I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. The weeds are lush and the bean sprouts are sparse.
Get up early in the morning and go to the fields to weed weeds, and return home with a hoe under the moonlight at nightfall. The narrow mountain path was overgrown with vegetation, and my clothes were wet with night dew.
It’s not a pity that my clothes got wet. I just hope it doesn’t go against my intention to return to farming. 8. What are the ancient poems about morning?
1. "Looking at Papaya Mountain" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Original text: Get up early to see the sunrise, and see the birds returning to their roosts at dusk. The guest's heart feels sad, especially facing Papaya Mountain.
Definition: I wake up in the morning and see the sun rising, and in the evening I see the returning birds returning to their nests. It's already sad to be in a foreign land, not to mention facing Papaya Mountain.
2. "Morning Journey to Shangshan" Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun
Original text: Starting in the morning to recruit priests, travelers mourn for their hometown. The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian, and the frost is everywhere in Banqiao. The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are bright on the post wall. Thinking of Du Ling's dream, the geese filled the pond.
Definition: Getting up at the crack of dawn, the driving bell jingles. When embarking on a long journey, the wanderer can't help but miss his hometown. The waning moon hangs high in the sky, and the cocks crow in the village inn; the Banqiao is filled with clear frost, and the footsteps of the guests who have gone before are walking. The dead leaves of the oak tree are falling, quietly covering the quiet mountain road; the white flowers of the orange tree are blooming, reflecting the originally dim store wall. It made me feel sad and reminded me of my dream of returning home. I think of the wild ducks and geese that have already crowded the curved lake and pond.
3. "Inscription on the Zen Temple Behind Poshan Temple" Tang Dynasty: Chang Jian
Original text: Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest. The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the meditation room is deep with flowers and trees. The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart. Everything is silent, except for the sound of bells and chimes.
Definition: I walked into this ancient temple early in the morning, and the rising sun reflected the woods on the mountain. Bamboo groves cover the path leading to the depths, and the flowers and trees in front and behind the Zen room are luxuriant and colorful. The bright mountain light makes the birds more happy, and the clear water in the pond also refreshes the mind and purifies the mind. At this moment, everything was silent except for the sound of bells and chimes.
4. "Get Up Early" Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
Original text: In the windy morning, a person stood alone between the curtains. The orioles cry and laugh, who is spring after all?
Definition: In the morning of spring, the earth is quiet, the warm spring breeze, the crystal morning dew, the flowers are blooming, the orioles are singing, what a beautiful scenery! This beautiful scenery does not belong to me, it is better to leave it to others.
5. "Qing Ping Le·Morning Rising in the Painting Hall" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Original text: Get up in the morning in the painting hall to report the falling snowflakes. The high rolling curtains are used to look at Jiarui, and the bright colors are far away, confusing the courtyard. The strong air brings out the smoke from the furnace, and the cold plain grass gives rise to the jade pendant. It must be that the immortal was so drunk that he crushed the white clouds into pieces.
Definition: I had just woken up in the hall early in the morning when someone came to report that snowflakes were falling. The curtains are rolled up high to see the falling snow, and the white color blurs the distance. The vigorous momentum is like steaming furnace smoke, and the plain cold flowers and plants are covered with jade flaws.
It's not like the gods in the sky are drunk and smashing the white clouds randomly.
6. "Morning Passage at Sanguan" Tang Dynasty: Wang Bo
Original text: Guanshan opens at dawn, and the stone road is dust-free. The white horse goes to Gotham, and the green cow comes with true energy. The heavy gate faces a huge ravine, and the buildings rise from Chongkuma. That is to say, to promote the policy now is not to give up and return.
Definition: Seeing Guanshan reveal its true colors as the sun rises, the stone road is light and clean without dust. I rode the white horse and roared away from Sanguan, but saw the immortal riding the green bull coming towards me. Beyond the deep gates is a deep ravine, and the pillars of the house follow the mountain gracefully. Today, I am going out of the country to make great achievements. I will never come back unless I make great achievements.
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1 , "Looking at Papaya Mountain" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's original text: Get up early to see the sunrise, and see the birds returning to their roosts at dusk.
The guest's heart feels sad, especially facing Papaya Mountain. Definition: I wake up in the morning and see the sun rising, and in the evening I see the returning birds returning to their nests.
Being in a foreign land is already painful, let alone facing Papaya Mountain. 2. "Morning Journey to Shangshan" Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun's original text: Starting in the morning to recruit priests, travelers mourn their hometown.
The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian and the moon is shining in Banqiao. The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are bright on the post wall.
Thinking of Du Ling's dream, the geese filled the pond. Definition: Get up at the crack of dawn, and the driving bell jingles.
When embarking on a long journey, the wanderer can't help but miss his hometown. The waning moon hangs high in the sky, and the cocks crow in the village inn; the Banqiao is filled with clear frost, and the footsteps of the guests who have gone before are walking.
The dead leaves of the oak tree fall, quietly covering the quiet mountain road; the white flowers of the orange tree bloom, reflecting the originally dim store wall. It made me feel sad and reminded me of my dream of returning home.
I think of the wild ducks and geese that have already crowded the curved lake and pond. 3. "Inscribed on the Zen Temple Behind Poshan Temple" Tang Dynasty: Chang Jian's original text: Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.
The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees. The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart.
All sounds are silent, except for the sound of bells and chimes. Interpretation: I walked into this ancient temple early in the morning, and the rising sun reflected the woods on the mountain.
Bamboo groves cover the path leading to the depths, and the flowers and trees in front and behind the Zen room are luxuriant and colorful. The bright mountain light makes the birds more happy, and the clear water in the pond also refreshes the mind and purifies the mind.
At this moment, everything is silent, leaving only the sound of bells and chimes. 4. "Get Up Early" Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's original text: In the windy morning, a person rises alone between the curtains.
The orioles crow and laugh, who is spring after all. Definition: In the morning of spring, the earth is quiet, the gentle spring breeze, the crystal morning dew, the flowers are blooming, the orioles are singing, what a beautiful scenery! This beautiful scenery does not belong to me, it is better to leave it to others.
5. "Qing Ping Le·Morning Rising in the Painting Hall" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's original text: Rising up in the painting hall in the morning to report the falling snowflakes. The high rolling curtains are used to look at Jiarui, and the bright colors are far away, confusing the courtyard.
The strong air brings out the smoke from the furnace, and the cold plain grass produces jade pendants. It must be that the immortal was so drunk that he crushed the white clouds into pieces.
Definition: I had just woken up in the hall early in the morning when someone came to report that snowflakes were falling. The curtains are rolled up high to see the falling snow, and the white color blurs the distance.
The rising momentum is like steaming furnace smoke, and the plain cold flowers and plants are covered with jade flaws. It's not like the gods in the sky are drunk and smashing the white clouds randomly.
6. "Morning Passage at Sanguan" Tang Dynasty: Wang Bo's original text: Guanshan opens at dawn, and the stone road is dust-free. The white horse goes to Gotham, and the green cow comes with true energy.
The heavy gate faces a huge ravine, and the buildings rise from Chongkuma. That is to say, to promote the policy now is not to give up and return.
Interpretation: Seeing Guanshan reveal its true colors as the sun rises, the stone road is light and clean without dust. I rode the white horse and roared away from Sanguan, but saw the immortal riding the green bull coming towards me.
Beyond the deep doors is a deep ravine, and the pillars of the house follow the mountain. Today, Yang Ce is out of the country, and he will never come back unless he makes great achievements.
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