Follow the grass and read more classic poems
The peach red compound contains the rain, and the willow green has more spring smoke.
The flowers have not been swept away, and the warblers are still sleeping.
——Wang Wei, "Spring Sleep"
Lonely smoke far away village under the mountain, the sky edge of the single tree plateau.
A scoop of yan back to the dark alley, Mr. Goyanagi opposite the door.
—— Wang Wei, "The Secluded Residence"
The people on the shore are near the mirror, and the lights of the isolated village are hanging on the stars.
Under the trees and thousands of herons, the deep pool is a hundred feet of dragon chanting.
- Cen Shan, "Village Residence"
The light of the smoke and rain lake is soft, and the empty mountains are strange.
Remembering the water of the Duanjia Bridge, lingering unconsciously.
--Wei Yingwu,"Smoke and Rain"
I also listened to the yellow bird and saw that my hometown had not been returned.
Spring water leads guest dreams and leisurely circumnavigates Guanshan.
—— Li Zhong, "Spring Reflections in the Guest"
The sound of Banqiao people crossing the spring, the sound of chickens chirping in the afternoon of the day.
Mo qi roasted tea smoke dark, but like to sunshine valley sky.
——Gu Quan "Over the Mountain Farmer"
The waves on the side of Beigu Mountain, the wind and dust in the eastern capital.
Things are different in the world, and the new person is like the old man.
——Liu Yuxi, "Answer to Lotte Lindu Yimi Gift"
The moon is on the wozhou mountain, and the people return to the creek side of the county.
Desert yellow flowers cover the water, and egrets startle the ship from time to time.
——Zhu Fang, "Boat Trip to the Creek"
The heart is a few stems of white hair, and the career is a green mountain.
There is snow waiting for the empty mountains, and there is no one on the wild roads.
—— Li Yu, "Kaiyuan Le"
The white clouds are thousands of miles away, and the stream before the bright moon is after the stream.
I am sorry for Changsha, and the grass in Jiangtan is in the air.
——Liu Changqing, "Feelings of Nostalgia"
The grass at the edge of the grass pond is colored, and the sound of apes on the flying ape ridge.
Wanli Xiangjiang guests arrived, there was wind and rain.
——Wang Jian, "Jiangnan"
In the early spring of the last year, Tsutomu is walking day by day.
Borrowing from the mountain in the near and far, I heard the twilight bell.
—— Huang Furan, "Xiaojiang Huailing Yi shangren"
To near to far east and west, to deep to shallow clear stream.
From the highest to the moon and the sun, to the closest to the estranged husband and wife.
—— Li Ye, "Eight To"
The family lives in the north of Baiyun Mountain, and the road is east of Bishui Bridge.
Short hair dashing twilight rain, long placket falling autumn wind.
—— Du Mu,"Mountain Walk"
Listen to the moon tower is too clear, and the South Mountain is clear to the household.
Last night, She appeared in the shadows, and Yanran laughed and heard.
——Wang Changling, "Looking at the Moon"
The water falls on the shallow stream, and the temple autumn mountain mist is pale.
The color of the trees is still rainy, and the bells are far away with the oblique sun.
——Zhang Zhongsu, "Mountain Temple Autumn Festival"
Hui Chong's smoke and rain reeds, sit in my Xiaoxiang Cave Court.
Wanting to buy a flat boat to return, the old man Yun is Danqing.
—— Su Shi, "Hui Chonglu Yan"
The heart is like a gray wood, and the body is like a boat that is not tied.
Ask Ru Pingsheng Gongye, Huangzhou Huizhou Danzhou.
——Su Shi's "Self-titled Portrait of Jinshan"
The willow leaves are green and dark, and the lotus flowers are red at sunset.
Thirty-six Pi Chunshui, Bai Tou wanted to see Jiangnan.
——Wang Anshi, "Title West Taiyi Palace Wall"
After walking through the wind forest and snow trail, there is still a suiguan mountain village.
But the spring breeze has feet, and this dynasty will first go to chaimen.
——Zhu Xi, "Lead Mountain Lichun"