What are Wu Chan's poems?

In the Tang Dynasty, Zhang Ji wrote in the poem "Night Sleeping by the Maple Bridge": "Frost night, river breeze, fishing sleep, Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, midnight bell knocks on passenger ships." Zhang Ji's comments on this poem have always been relatively low-key, calling it a four-line poem, expressing the sadness of travel. I have always disagreed with this. Especially in the past, it was generally believed that the sad bell made the traveler's sadness stronger. However, I think it is this bell that makes the author introspect, alert himself and get rid of a cavity of sadness. The Buddhist scripture says, "When you hear the bell, you will be troubled and wise, and Bodhi will be born." When Zhang Ji went to Beijing to take the exam, he lost his name in Sun Shan. On his way home, he went to Qiao Feng, and Leng Yue tended to the west. He is surprised and noisy, and it is inevitable that he will be sad. But the author's mood did not stop there. The midnight bell of Hanshan Temple rang, and he was deeply inspired, so his poems flourished and left this eternal swan song. Perhaps it was this bell that cleared away his troubles, prompted him to study hard, went to Beijing again to catch the exam, and finally won the Jinshi. If so, I think a night-mooring near maple bridge should probably be classified as a Zen poem.

Wang Wei, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, once famously said, "Let the water stop me and watch Yun Qi", which means that when he was poor, he was not only bored, but also interested in watching the clouds. Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" shows that there are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of paths. A boat with a leaf, a bamboo coat, fishing for Jiang Xue alone ",shows the author's mentality of being demoted to frontier fortress after being dismissed from office. Although he is lonely, he still has the interest of "fishing alone in the cold river" And Liu Yuxi's "Qian Fan on the edge of a sunken ship, Wan Muchun in front of a diseased tree" is a great realm and great detachment. Here are some poems handed down by monks for your reference: I am a bodhi tree, and my heart is like a mirror. Wipe it frequently to prevent it from accumulating dust. Bodhi trees have no trees, and the mirror platform is not a platform. There is nothing, so there is no dust. Dongshan Xiling is green, but it is sunny under the rain. I want to ask you more things. A pigeon gives birth to an eagle. Draw the donkey to drink the river, blow the waves with the nose. The shoes are on the shore and the mouth is in the water. Hoe with your bare hands and ride a buffalo on foot. People cross the bridge, but the bridge does not flow. Open the golden lock of the chamber of secrets, walk leisurely and let go of the door. A flute without holes will blow out a phoenix cloud. Clouds disperse, leaves return to their roots. Looking back at the smoke waves, fishing songs go far away from the village. Stand upright and relax the moon, and the fish swim to the bottom. The scenery is occupied, and it costs nothing. Eat when you are hungry and add clothes when you are cold. Stretch your feet to sleep when you are sleepy, and love the wind when you are hot. The heart turns with the world, and it can be quiet when it turns. Go with the flow intellectually, no joy and no worries. Old bamboo shoots, new flowers grow old branches. Rain urges travelers to arrive, and wind sends sails home. From a distance, the mountains are colorful, but the water sounds silent. Spring is gone, the flowers are still there, and it is not surprising that people come. Playing drums and pipa, knowing two families. You can go to Yang Liuan, and I will stay in Dutousha. People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. Speaking of spring, the wind is too strong. Blow flowers with the water and turn over the fishing boat. The fish that hit the water had a headache, and the birds that stayed in the forest were surprised. No drums at dusk, midnight show. The cock crows at dusk and the sun shines at midnight. Xue Shizi woke up and opened his red eyes. Yang Xiaofeng Lu 'an, apricot blossom wall in spring. In summer, Qin Yu is smooth and the pillows are cold. The dead tree is full of leaves, and Xue Mei is withered by flowers. Beat tung into wood and dip it in snow to eat wax gourd. The sky is quiet and cloudless, and there is a bright moon in the autumn sky. The Taoist under the forest is quiet and pleasant. The valley is smoky and the wind sends apricot flowers. Sit quietly all day and forget everything. Leaves are rustling and dew is hanging. Cleisthenes, running to the cloud goose, sadly holding the cicada in the tree. Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise. My heart is like an autumn moon, and the blue pool water is clear and bright. There is nothing like Aaron to teach me how to say it! The clay idol does not cross the water, but God shines on the world. Who doesn't fake if the snow doesn't rest?