The mountains are warm in spring, the breeze is blowing gently, and the pavilions are covered.
The sunset in the lonely village, the old tree in west Western jackdaw with light smoke. In the shadow of a small flying rainbow, green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.
The sun is like fire, and the wild Tian He is half burnt.
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. All around, the horn sounded. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke is isolated from the sunset.
The sun sets, the five lakes travel, and the smoke waves are everywhere. Who will ask the East?
A cloud rises between the light of heaven and me, hiding his city from my melancholy heart.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen (Don Wang Wei)
High mountains hide the white sun, and the sea drains the golden rivers, but you can broaden your horizons by walking up a flight of stairs for 300 miles (Don Wang Zhihuan)
Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny (Tang Yuxi)
Don't worry about the setting sun when you are far away, you can look at the river at the end of the year (Ming ancient Yanwu)
Qianshan Mangroves are full of mountains and clouds, and wine looks at the sun again (Tang Wei Zhuang)
A thousand miles away, the lonely city is closed (Song Fan Zhongyan)
People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and heaven remains our neighbourhood (Song Ligou)
When the sun rises, the river flowers will win the fire, and when the spring comes, the river will be blue (Tang Juyi)