Idle residence and Chongyang
[Tang Dynasty] Wei Yingwu
The dawn bell of the mountain Mingye Temple is slight, and the snow is full of secluded forests.
Idle and happy to live, nothing to do and no return.
At dawn, the mountains are getting brighter, the morning bells of the monasteries on the outskirts are heard like nothing, the snow is full of forests, and the roads are inaccessible.
Living alone here gives birth to leisure, and I don't want to brave the dust to return to the city.
Chants
[Tang Dynasty] Wei Yingwu
Everything listens to itself, and space is forever lonely.
It also starts from the quiet, but disappears into the quiet.
Late to the county court
[Tang Dynasty] Wei Yingwu
Looking at the high pavilion, it has covered the East City Pass.
The spring breeze sends willows, and the night view wants to sink into the mountains.
Yanju is a thing
[Tang Dynasty] Wei Yingwu
Depression bamboo forest courtyard, wind and rain and blue folds.
The birds are crying in the forest, and the moss is indestructible.
The swallow house is eternal, and the summer wood is knotted.
Several pavilions accumulate a group of books, and when they come to the north window to read.
The bamboo forest in the yard is sparse, and the orchids are frequently damaged by wind and rain.
The birds in the woods were chirping, no one was visiting, and the ground was covered with moss.
It's been a long time since I lived in idleness, and before I knew it, it was summer, and the trees had borne fruit.
The shelves were stacked with books, and I often came to sit by the north window and look through them.
Idle to send brothers
[Tang Dynasty] Wei Yingwu
When the autumn grass is born in the white dew, the brothers of the old garden are lovesick.
There is nothing to do all day long, and there is a poem on the banana leaves.
In the white dew season, the autumn grass grows all over the courtyard, and I miss my brothers even more.
There was nothing to do all day long, so he wrote poems on the banana leaves alone.