The pavilions are six or seven, and the flowers bloom in eighty or ninety.
-Song Shao Yong's "Singing in the Mountain Village"
From a distance, the mountains are high and the clouds are light, and the colors are bright. When you look closer, you can only hear the sound of water, but there is no sound.
It is not surprising that spring has gone and spring has come, and the flowers are still there.
. -Wang Wei's paintings in the Tang Dynasty
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
-Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night in the Tang Dynasty
White swan, white swan, bend your neck and breathe fire into the sky.
White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water.
-Song of Goose by Robin Wang in Tang Dynasty
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
-Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn in the Tang Dynasty
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
-Qing Gao Ding's "Village Residence"
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest.
Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
-"What I See" by Yuan Mei in Qing Dynasty.
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
-Yang Wanli's Little Pool in the Song Dynasty
The lotus flower withered, so did the lotus leaf holding the rain, and only the branches of chrysanthemum stood proudly against the cold frost.
You must remember the best scenery in a year, which is in the late autumn and early winter of orange and green.
-Song Su Shi's "Gift to Liu Jingwen"
In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
-Tang Du Mu's "Mountain Walk"