Author Chang Jian? the Tang Dynasty

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. All is silent here, but the bell is ringing.

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Walking into this ancient temple early in the morning, the rising sun reflected the Woods on the mountain. The path hidden by bamboo forest leads to the depths, and the flowers and trees before and after the meditation room are lush and colorful. Bright mountain scenery makes birds happier, and the clear pool water makes people feel relaxed and happy. At this moment, everything was silent, except the sound of ringing the bell.

Second, Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.

Author du fu? the Tang Dynasty

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Translation?

Good rain seems to pick the right time, arrival in the spring of everything. With the breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth. Thick dark clouds covered the fields and paths, and only a little fishing fire from a fishing boat by the river emitted a ray of light, which was particularly bright.

When you come in the morning, the wet soil must be covered with red petals, and the streets and alleys of Jinguancheng must be a colorful scene.

Third, drink (5)

Author Tao Yuanming? Wei and Jin dynasties

Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.

That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.

Translation?

Living in the world, there is no noise of horses and chariots. Ask me why I can do this. As long as you aim high, you will naturally feel your place is secluded. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely, Nanshan in the distance comes into view.

The smell in the mountains and the scenery in the evening are very good, and birds come back with their companions. It contains the true meaning of life. I want to identify it, but I don't know how to express it

Fourth, an autumn night in the mountains.

Author Wang Wei? the Tang Dynasty

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

Translation?

The empty mountain is bathed in a new rain, and the arrival of night makes people feel that it is early autumn. The moon is clear and clear, and the clear spring is flowing. The bamboo forest was noisy until the washerwoman came back, and the lotus leaves swayed like canoes. The wheat straw in spring might as well let it rest, and the prince and grandson in the mountains can stay in autumn.

Five, the ship's night auxiliary piano

Author Bai Juyi? the Tang Dynasty

Birds are alive, fish are motionless, and the moon shines on Jiang Shen at night. There is nothing outside but the piano on the boat.

Seven strings are good friends and two ears are bosom friends. Peace of mind is silence, there is no distinction between ancient and modern.

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On a clear night, the birds and fish stopped moving. Did the bright moon soak in the deep river and fall into their dreams? There is nothing to disturb, except the piano on the boat, and sitting alone, indifferent!

The seven silver strings on the piano are the closest friends, and his ears are his bosom friends. When the calm and natural voice melts into the sea of hearts, the whole world is eternal and beautiful. Who knows, where is the ancient and where is the present?