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There are paintings in poems, and there are poems in paintings

author:A tree of summer Alex
There are paintings in poems, and there are poems in paintings

Among the poets of the Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei is a special being, and his poetry penetrates Zen and flows ethereal.

Su Shi commented on his works: there are paintings in poetry, and there are poems in paintings. Whenever I read Wang Wei's poems, it is like a beautiful painting unfolding in front of my eyes, which is intoxicating.

Today, I want to share Wang Wei's 16 sentences of "poetry is like a picture" and experience the emotional fusion in Wang Wei's poems!

Bright moon pine light, clear spring stone upstream.

- "Mountain House Autumn Dawn"

The bright moon sprinkled clear light from the pine gap, and the clear spring water flowed on the mountain rocks.

The sunset is white, and the tide is blue.

- "Send Xing Guizhou"

At sunset, the lake light and the sunset melt into a dazzling white, the blue waves roll in, and the whole world seems to be dyed blue.

There are paintings in poems, and there are poems in paintings

Sprinkle the air deep alley quietly, and accumulate the plains widely.

——" Winter Evening to The Snow Remembers Hu Jushi's Family"

Snowflakes are falling down, and the whole alley is quiet. Snowflakes piled up on the ground, and there was silence all around.

Jingxi white stone out, cold red leaves thin.

- "In the Mountains"

Jingxi babbled through the exposed phosphorus white stone, and the weather became cold and the red leaves fell thinly.

There are paintings in poems, and there are poems in paintings

The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river is full of sunsets.

- "The Making of the Plug"

On the vast desert, a round of lone smoke rose straight up. On the edge of the Yellow River, the sunset is round.

The imperial city of Yunli is double phoenix, and the spring trees in the rain are thousands of homes.

——" The Work of Fenghe Sacred System from Penglai to Xingqingge Road to Stay in the Spring Rain in the Spring Hope"

The clouds and fog were thick, everything seemed ethereal, and the unique pair of phoenixes in the imperial city was towering and abrupt. The spring rain is gentle and the trees are lush, covering thousands of households.

There are paintings in poems, and there are poems in paintings

Desert paddy field flying egret, yin yin summer wood yellow oriole.

- "The Accumulation of Rain and the Tragawa Shosho"