Where is the most beautiful scenery? Is it the mountains of spring, or the water of autumn, the poetry of the distance, or the fireworks in the near distance? In the poetry of the ancients, there is no lack of beauty in the world, and there is no lack of love and hope. Good scenery is also a good mood, and with a good mood, wherever you go, you feel picturesque.
The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, and the grass color is close but not there.
The most is the benefit of spring of the year, which is better than the smoke and willow full of imperial capital.
- Tang Hanyu, "Early Spring Presents the Water Department Zhang Eighteen Members Outside"
The streets of Chang'an were dripping with light rain, moist like milk, and the pale green grass was connected into a piece, looking at it from a distance, if there was none. The poet's favorite scenery is this early spring, in the silent drizzle, everything has just recovered, but it is far better than the summer full of smoke and willows in the city. Indeed, the light rain of early spring nourishes all things, hazy and hazy, giving people endless hope.
Those who love spring rain are also the poet Du Fu, whose praise for spring rain is extremely vivid and delicate.
Good rain knows the season, when spring is happening.
Dive into the night with the wind, and the moisturizer is silent.
The wild trails are dark and the river boats are alone.
Xiao looked at the red wet place, and the flowers were heavy in the official city.
--Tang Dufu, "Happy Rain on Spring Nights"
Good rain knows the season and comes with spring. With the gentle east wind, it quietly sneaks into the night and quietly moisturizes everything. The field paths are shrouded in thick dark clouds, and everywhere is dark, while the lights on the fishing boats on the riverside are particularly dazzling. Early in the morning, seeing the spring flowers wet after the rain, JinguanCheng is full of purple and red, bright but full of Chuchu sentiment. The poet loves this scenery that has been baptized by spring rain.
Jiangnan is Bai Juyi's second hometown, jiangnan scenery has also become a unique beauty in his heart, he immersed himself in the beauty of Jiangnan, over and over again, full of love and affection.
Gangnam is good, the scenery used to be familiar.
The sunrise river flowers are red and the fire is better, and the spring river is as green as blue.
Can you not remember Gangnam?
--Tang Bai Juyi, "Remembering Jiangnan"
Jiangnan is good, the poet has long been familiar with its scenery, and he has never forgotten it. As soon as the sun comes out, the river flowers on both sides of the river are bright red like fire, gorgeous and dazzling, spring comes, and the spring water in Jiangnan reflects the leisurely blue sky, blue and clear. Such a vibrant, colorful Jiangnan spring has naturally become a beautiful memory that Bai Juyi cannot give up.
Li Bai loves nature very much, he has traveled to countless places and seen countless landscapes, but there is always a place that is a special existence, making people peaceful and leisurely.
Asked Yu Heyi to inhabit Bishan Mountain, laughing but not answering.
The peach blossoms flowed away, and there was no heaven and earth.
——Don Li Bai, "Questions and Answers in the Mountains"
My friend asked me why I liked to live in Bishan, and I just smiled and didn't answer, but my heart was very leisurely. The peach blossoms float on the surface of the water, and as the blue waves slowly flow away, there is a different world here, it really does not look like it is in the human world. This is my paradise, here, beautiful scenery, and a happy mood, where else, can it beat here?
Between the green mountains and green waters, there are many at ease, and the beauty of the poet's pen is also so desirable.
Egrets fly in front of The Cissé Mountains, peach blossoms flowing water mandarin fish fat.
Green straw, green coat, oblique wind and drizzle do not have to return.
- Don Zhang Zhihe, "Fishing Song"
Flocks of egrets fly in front of Mount Cissé, and in the green river floating with peach blossoms, mandarin fish are the fattest time. The fisherman wears a green basket and a green coat, although the oblique wind blows a drizzle, it does not matter, but it adds a different kind of beauty to the scenery, so why rush back? The drizzle flutters in the oblique wind, the peach blossoms float on the blue waves, and the people who sit steadily in the mountains and rivers are so relaxed!
In this world, some people like famous mountains and rivers, but there are also people who love nameless countryside, and the reason why the scenery is unforgettable is sometimes not only because of the scenery itself.
It is less than a year after Higashiyama, and it is not until he returns to plant Springfield.
In the rain, the grass is green and the peach blossoms on the water are burning.
The Yūrō Bhikkhu Sutras are studied, and the Rickets are the sages of the township.
Cloaked and dressed and seen each other, they laughed and weighed in front of the door.
- Tang Wang Wei, "Farewell to The River"
I didn't go to Dongshan for nearly a year, and when I came back, I just in time for spring ploughing. The grass in the rain is green and can be dyed, and the peach blossoms on the water are bright red, as if they are going to burn. The high monks and magis of the village, who were all good friends of the poet, came to see each other with joy when they heard that the poet had returned, and hurriedly put on their clothes, and could not even put on their shoes. Everyone talked and laughed in front of the firewood gate, happiness is so simple, but with full sincerity. No wonder the poet has a heart for this place in Higashiyama. The scenery is beautiful, and the human world is more emotional.
I see how feminine Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to see me as I should be. This is the most beautiful scenery, the scenery is ruthless, but people are intentional.
The birds flew high, and the lonely clouds went alone.
Looking at each other is not tired, only Jingting Mountain.
- Tang Li Bai, "Sitting Alone on the Pavilion Mountain"
The birds flew away, and a cloud drifted away leisurely. The only ones who don't get tired of looking at each other are me and Jingting Mountain. In the arms of Jingting Mountain, I feel pure, kind, peaceful, and happy, but I don't feel lonely.
The most beautiful scenery is actually in ordinary life.
Plant beans under the south mountain, grass full of beans seedlings are thin.
Morning Xingli is desolate, with the moon lotus hoe return.
The road is narrow and long, and the dew stains my clothes.
The clothes are not enough to be sorry, but the wish is not broken.
--Wei Jin Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Tianju No.3"
Beans are planted in the wilderness under the South Mountain, and the wild grass is luxuriant and the bean seedlings are sparse. Get up early in the morning, tidy up the wasteland, and at night, return with a hoe in the moonlight. The roads were narrow and lush, and the cool dew of the evening wet my clothes. The clothes are wet and not tight, as long as they are not against the original wishes, everything is worth it.
Spring flowers and autumn moons, nature and seasons, will always let us meet with all kinds of beautiful scenery, shocking and intoxicating.
The lake light and autumn moon are two phases, and the pool surface is unpolished without goggles.
Looking at the landscape of dongting in the distance, a green snail in the silver plate.
- Tang Liu Yuxi, "Wangdongting"
The light of the lake and the moon blend in with each other and complement each other. Without a trace of wind, the pool is horizontally slippery and marksless, like an unpolished mirror. Looking at the landscape of Dongting in the distance, the water is clear, the trees on the dongting mountain are verdant, just like a white silver plate, there is a green snail, quietly for people to enjoy and play, such a beautiful scenery, how can it be disappointed?
When the poet meets the landscape, he completes both the poet and the landscape.
Far above the stone path of the Cold Mountain, there is a family in Baiyunsheng.
Parking to sit in love maple forest at night, frost leaves red in February flowers.
- Don Du Mu, "Mountain Walk"
Along the winding path up the hill, where the white clouds arose, there were several families. I stopped the car because I loved the evening view of the maple forest, and after the wind and frost, the maple leaves were bright red and dazzling, even more beautiful than the spring flowers in February. The poet fell in love with the autumn red maple and was reluctant to leave for a long time. Thousands of years later, the maple leaves that burn like fire in front of his eyes will still arouse people's yearning and enthusiasm, and the red leaves have not faded after thousands of years, and his mood at that time made people feel empathy.
The most beautiful scenery in people's eyes is often because they have a love, or even a preference, in their hearts.
Zhongfang shook off Du Xuanyan and occupied the style to the small garden.
The shadow is shallow and shallow, and the dark incense floats at dusk.
The frost bird wants to steal its eyes first, and the pink butterfly is like knowing the soul.
Fortunately, there are micro-chants that can be snought together, and there is no need for sandalwood to share the golden bottle.
--Song Lin Kui, "Mountain Garden Xiaomei Qiyi"
Hundreds of flowers withered, and only the poet's favorite plum blossom bloomed alone, taking over the scenery in the small garden. The sparse plum shadow slants across the shallow water, and at dusk, the moon rises, and the faint aroma floats in the air. Plain birds want to come down, first sneak a look, if the spring butterflies know the beauty of plum blossoms, they will definitely be soft and broken, and their souls will be lost. The poet sighed, fortunately, I can also chant poems to praise plum blossoms, no need to clap the sandalwood and sing songs, nor do I have to raise a wine glass to drink bitterly, to express my love for plum blossoms. The small garden with the fragrance of plums in winter is the most beautiful scenery in the eyes of the poet, and even the sustenance of the spirit.
Some people always think that the most beautiful scenery in the world is in the distance, but people who float away from home deeply understand that when they look back, their hearts are already full of thoughts, and the grass and trees in the old garden are the most beautiful.
When a king comes from his hometown, he should know about his hometown.
In front of the window of the coming day, the cold plum is not flowering?
--Tang Wang Wei, "Three Miscellaneous Poems".
The poet asked, "You are from your hometown, so you should know about your hometown, right?" Outside the carved window of my house, did the plum tree blossom? The plum tree outside the window once accompanied the poet through countless ordinary but warm times, and during the journey, he looked back more than once, and the grass and trees were full of affection. Where there are no plum blossoms, but the old garden must have taken root and blossomed in the heart.
Time passes, winter goes to spring, how many endless scenery is there.
Only to know that the victory is forgotten and the cold is forgotten, and the spring breeze of Xiaoli shines at night.
I love the snow after the east mountain is clear, and the soft red light gushes into the silver mountain.
——Song Yang Wanli, "After the Snow, the Four Mountains Are Green But the Dongshan Quanbaifu Loves the Second Absolute Sentence of the Snow After the Snow of the East Mountain"
The poet only knows how to chase beautiful landscapes, but forgets the cold, and stands in the evening sun and the spring breeze. My favorite is the sunny East Mountain after the snow, in the soft red light, surging with silver mountains, pure and dazzling! The poet was stunned by the beauty of this snow queen!
Welcoming the new in time, remembering the old in emotion, and always letting go of it is the feelings of Su Ri.
Unwashed and stained dust wisps, return to Yerba Buena Flat.
A cane path is green, and the snow peaks are clear.
--Tang Li Bai, "Winter Returns to the Old Mountain"
Before the poet could wash the dust from his hat, he returned with herbs. A path full of green vines greets people with verdant greenery, while the snow is clear, and the 10,000-point peaks are exceptionally clear in the sun. Returning to the old mountain in winter, the poet rejoiced and his eyes were full of beauty.
The beauty in the eyes of the ancients tells us where they have been, what they have loved, that is the journey of life, is the encounter, is also fate, and perhaps there is helplessness in reality. The beautiful scenery they love, to this day, is still loved by us, and ordinary people like us will also encounter many landscapes on the road, just like them in the long river of history. What is the most beautiful? Maybe it's still two words, love. Whether it's for people, or for landscapes.
-Author-
Heyu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and may time leave warm memories.