Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. -Don Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. -Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.
Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. -Tang Jiadao's Li Ning in Seclusion
North Malaysia is still attached to the north wind, south birds fly north, and nest in the south branch. -"Nineteen Ancient Poetry" and "Walking and Walking Again"
Birds fly home, foxes die first. -Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters of Sorrow for the Past"
The quieter the cicada forest, the quieter Tonamiyama. -Wang Tangji's "If you are in Xi"
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. -Tang Du Fu's "Spring Hope"
Savages never have a calendar day, and birds crow at four o'clock.
There is no joy in the mountains, but there are birds in the bamboo.
Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird.
Tonamiyama is more hidden.
The bird stayed in the tree by the pool, and the monk pushed (knocked) the moon down the door.
I'm free.
Savages never have a calendar day, and birds crow at four o'clock.
There is no joy in the mountains, but there are birds in the bamboo.
Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird.
The quieter the cicada, the quieter the Tonamiyama.
Birds inhabit trees by the pool, and monks push the moon down the door.
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
Spring pool is clear, and spring grass gives birth to spring.
Spring people drink spring wine, spring birds? The sound of spring