Selected inspirational poems 1:
1 is a bodhi tree with a heart like a bright platform. Always try to avoid dust.
(Shen embroidered poetry)
Bodhi has no trees, and the bright environment is not Taiwan. There is nothing, so where is the dust?
(Poems of Six Ancestors)
Wherever you go, you will reach your hometown. What has become a reality, why think about it.
God is like an enlightened poem.
4 gold powder in the eye, dust in the bead method. The spirit is not heavy, who is the Buddha?
(Wen Yanshi)
I have been worried about everything for years, and I can't open my eyes when I ask in all directions. At this time, the courage is broken, and there is a sound of waiting on the river.
(divided into Buddhist enlightenment poems)
Ivylinna Lee in flames, flowers fly in September. The mud cow growls at the water, and the wooden horse hisses at the wind.
(This silent poem)
Looking for a swordsman for 30 years, leaves fall to the roots and branches are painted. I have never doubted the peach blossom since I saw it.
(Lingyun Qin Zhi's "Wu Shi")
8 there is an open field in front of the mountain, and the fork hand urges Zu Weng; I sold it several times and bought it myself, which attracted the pity of the breeze.
(Five Ancestors Performing Enlightenment Poems)
It's foolish to throw a window if an empty door refuses to go out. A hundred years of drilling old paper, when that day comes.
God praises bees for throwing poems at the window.
10 I often think of Chu Shi's home in the West Lake, which is flourishing and deserted. It's a temporary thing when you're free, but you don't owe flowers.
(Xu Zhou dupu Mo Mei Shi)
1 1 Go to the north to rest, and white grass blows out of Chu Jiangqiu. Taoist priests are not sad for autumn, but they know it in the evening.
(Cheng Hao's Poems of Huainan Temple)
12 Peach blossoms bloom on the rocks. Where do these flowers come from? Ganoderma lucidum looked back and jumped three sets.
(A poem enlightened by Master Jue Haifa because of a nun)
13 My heart is like an autumn moon, and the green pond is clear and bright. List things like Aaron and teach me how to say it.
(Hanshan My Heart Poem)
14 floating clouds and storks, can they become tenants of our world? ? Or are you still living in Wazhou Mountain now that everyone is here? !
(Liu Changqing sends poems to the master)
15 I have a convenience, worth 100 horses. Long and weak, you will not enter the county until you die.
(Wang Fanzhi, I have a poem)
16 I sat quietly in Nantai for a whole day. I was so worried. It's not wishful thinking. It's all about nothing to discuss.
(Annantai's meditation poem)
17 Six ancestors had no husbands in those days, but thousands of people were puzzled by their books. Obviously, someone broke his word, but he was given a charity bowl by his family.
(Wu Xinshi)
18 years, the depression in Shanxian county was released early, and the lotus pond flowers were ownerless. Smoke rises from the kitchen at Sancha Road, and there are one or two households in Waqing Banner.
(Hui Hongshi)
19 Others ride big horses, and I ride donkeys alone. Looking back at Dan Chaihan, I am more worried.
(Poems by Wang Chuzhi)
There are two kinds of spring breeze on a tree, the south branch is warm and the north branch is cold. A while ago, I came to the west, one flew west and the other flew east.
(Yuanqu)
2 1 The founder left a shoe, which will be passed down through the ages. Walk with empty shoulders and never step on your ass.
(Five Ancestors Performing Cloud Poems)
The fire in the heart can burn Kutokuhayashi. If you want to follow the path of Bodhisattva, you must endure humiliation and protect your heart.
(Hanshan Poetry)
Sitting alone for a long time is tired, and the pine burns a fire to warm the robe. In the middle of the night, the boy can't wake up, and the tiger roars high.
(Poems by Yu Zi)
24 Bijian spring water is clear, and Hanshan Yuehua is white. Knowing God in silence is self-evident, and observing the empty environment is more than silence.
(Hanshan Poetry)
From the temple, in the depths of the bamboo, came the low sound of the evening bell. The sunset with a hat gradually returned to Qingshan.
(Liu Changqing sends poems to Che Ling)
Selected inspirational poems II:
26 eyes write the truth of bamboo, branches lift leaves to see the spirit. Because of the illusion, I asked for the old wheels on the earth.
(Huang Tingjian wrote a poem about Mo Zhu)
A graceful chrysanthemum is a high standard of evening sacrifice. When the clouds disperse, martyrdom will lead to blood.
(Hong Yi Yong Ju)
Twenty-eight Ridges, white clouds are rolling back and forth, and the bright moon will return to the horizon. I bowed my head and walked under the eaves, so I smiled a few times.
(Poem by Zen master Bai Yunduan)
Twenty-nine years have passed, and there are dense clouds here. Diligent Jiro, how many times can you take it?
(Poems by Zhu Fangti Chikulinji)
30 stars are listed as night pearls, and the lonely moon at the tip of the rock has not healed. It is my heart that hangs in the sky without polishing its luster.
(Hanshan Stars Poem)
3 1 outside the city, steamed bread is stuffed with grass in the city. Everyone eats one, so it is tasteless.
(Wang Fanzhi Zen Poetry)
Step by step through the fence into a secluded place to let the old people in Gao Bai travel; Flowers bloom and fall is not a monk's business, and a breeze has its own influence.
(Poem of Numa Temple by Niu Xianke)
Looking for spring all the time, I can't see it, and there are clouds on my shoes. When I came back, I smiled and smelled plum blossoms. Spring has come to the branches.
(Mei Hua Ni sniffs Shi Mei)
The best place in the south is to meditate on the blue sky. The trees are heavy and quiet, and the smoke is thin.
(Si Kongtu's bull's head poem)
Looking for light for love, drilling on paper can't penetrate much. Suddenly bumped into my way, I began to feel cheated for half my life.
(Look at the poem of the fly outside the window)
36 if you don't see me, there will be chaos in the three realms; Just for the morning. Not born with a clear mind. Didn't go, didn't come, didn't die.
(picking up poems)
I laugh at the old man's failure, but I prefer Yan Song and like to travel alone. It's a pity that Ren Yun has never been in the same boat.
(Picking up a self-deprecating poem)
Not the wind, not the heart, but the pursuit all the way. White clouds are traceless, and the cliff is getting deeper and deeper.
(Poems by Zen Master in Qing Dynasty)
39. thousands of feet's silk hangs straight, and ten thousand waves only move one wave. Shui Han fish don't eat in the quiet night, and the boat is full and empty.
(allegorical poem of Decheng boathouse)
It's not the wind, it's not the banner, it's clear what shook the post. There will be no need to talk about justice tomorrow. Idle people are watching.
(Poem by Zen master Tong Yuanxian)
4 1 jade comes from the water in the pond, and the pollution is incomparable. Everyone is so bitter that the autumn wind rises in Dongting overnight.
(Poems by Fo Yin Xuan Zen Master)
Choose one of the 700 monks and have a blind date if you have nothing to do. The curtain is covered at night, and the iron tree opens in the second spring.
(Poems by Zen Master in Qing Dynasty)
It is difficult to get rid of dust, so make a tight rope. Plum blossom fragrance is not bitter cold.
(Xi marble)
The price of rice in Luling is rising year by year, and hearsay is not necessarily true. You don't need to ask the general meaning, just look at the original person.
(Poems by Zen master Huang Longhui)
45 Dutch pine eats deep clouds and sees the wrong person. If you bury it all your life, it will be a Buddha, and it will not be dusty for a thousand years.
(Poems by Zen Master Chu of Yunnan)
There is a reason for the teacher-student relationship. The bad thing is that Shaolin kung fu is poor, and the moon shakes over Cangzhou.
(Poems by Zen master Luo Lu)
All the 470,000 machines in the country are resting, and knowledge melts as soon as they see it. Idle ears are useless, sitting in the morning chicken and dusk bell.
(Wu Shishan Jushi)
The past is over, there is no need to think about the future. Just say a word today, plums are ripe and gardenias are fragrant.
(Wu Shishan Jushi)
There are thunder peaks in the depths of white clouds, and several trees are cold and plum with snow red. After fasting, people's hearts hang, and the pool in front of the temple shadows.
Schumann lives in Baiyun Temple in West Lake and writes this poem.
50 years old dreams, green hills don't change their old appearance. Birds sing and the moon falls on the temple beside the bridge, and leaning on the pillow still smells midnight.
(Sun Yi's Three Poems by Qiao Feng)