Wang Wei (701-761), a famous poet and painter of the Tang Dynasty, the character Mo Jie, the number of The Mo Jie resident, Wang Wei with a fresh and distant, natural and unworldly style, in the poetry world to erect a banner that does not fall. Su Shi commented on him: "There are paintings in the poems of the Taste of The Maha, and there are poems in the paintings of the Observation of the Maha. ”
"Xinyiwu"
Wood-ended hibiscus flowers, red calyxes in the mountains.
The streams were silent and deserted, and they opened and fell.
The hibiscus flowers in the mountains bloomed and fell on their own, and no one around was present, so they opened and thanked themselves, thanked and opened. We often live for others, if one day, this world is only you alone, what kind of way do you want to live?
Birdsong
People idle osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet in the spring mountain sky.
The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and when the song is in the spring stream.
People are idle, looking at the osmanthus trees in the empty mountain forest, and a few petals are falling in the silent spring mountains. The bright moon pierces through the clouds, and the moonlight sprinkles the mountain stream, waking up the birds that inhabit the branches. A few crisp birdsong echoed through the mountain stream.
"Passing through Xiangji Temple"
I don't know Xiangji Temple, miles into the cloud peak.
Ancient wood no path, where is the clock in the deep mountains?
Spring vocal pharyngth, japanese-colored cold blue pine.
Bo Twilight Empty Pond Song, An Zen made poisonous dragons.
On the surface, it is written about visiting ancient temples, but in fact, it is the path of the writer to participate in the path of Zen enlightenment. I don't know where the ancient temple is, but I can't write through the Zen machine, I am confused, and the bells from the mountains make the Zen participants realize that the road is self-evident.
"The End of the South"
Middle-aged quite good, late home Nanshan.
Every time you come and go, you will know yourself.
Walk to the end of the water and sit and watch the clouds rise.
Occasionally valued Lin Shuo, talking and laughing without repayment.
"When you go to the bottom of the water, sit and watch the clouds rise" is the most famous, when the mountains and rivers have no way to go, sit down and look at the clouds. It shows the unintentional behavior of the author Ren Yun and his fate, and at the same time, it also alludes to the way of meditation that can be realized everywhere when the road is dead.
"Deer Chai"
There was no one in the empty mountain, but there was a sound of people.
Return to the deep forest and look back at the moss.
At dusk, the poet sits alone in the dense forest of empty mountains, and all the noise of the world disappears into this boundless emptiness. When the echo of the human language is silent behind the empty mountain, when the radiance of the reflection dissolves on the moss, and everything returns to stillness and silence, this is eternity.
《Takerikan》
Sitting alone in the seclusion, playing the piano and whistling.
The people of the deep forest do not know that the bright moon has come to take pictures.
Quiet bamboo forest, cold seven strings, playing the piano and whistling, accompanied by the bright moon. No one knows how to play the piano in the deep forest, and no one needs to know that the author plays the piano not to perform, to please the audience, but to please himself. No one knows or minds his loneliness, because the poet's spirit can communicate with heaven and earth, and the bright moon in this mountain, every grass and tree, every flower and stone is a friend. Away from the disturbances of the world, he fled to the bright moon and mountains and rivers.
"Reward Zhang Shaofu"
In his old age, he was quiet and did not care about everything.
There is no long-term strategy for self-care, and the empty knowledge returns to the old forest.
The loose wind blows the belt, and the mountain moon plays the piano.
Jun asked poor reasoning, and the fishing song went deep into the pool.
In his later years, he did not care much about the world and liked to be quiet. The journey is not smooth to return to the mountains and forests, and play the piano in the face of the breeze and bright moon. If you want to ask about the despair and mastery of life, you might as well listen to the fisherman's song. True wisdom is not in the esoteric verses, nor in the words of the masters, not in philosophy or religion, but in the folk, in ordinary life, in the songs of these fishermen.
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