There are sounds from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke and sunset, and the lonely city is closed.
——Fan Zhongyan's "The Proud Fisherman"
The clouds in the sky are far away, and the moon is alone at night.
——Du Fu's "Jianghan"
The moon melts in the pear blossom courtyard, and there is a gentle breeze in the catkins pond.
——Yan Shu's "Untitled"
Swan geese are in the clouds and fish are in the water, and it is difficult to convey such melancholy.
——Yan Shu's "Qingpingle"
The crape myrtle and hibiscus flowers are withered, but the setting sun shines on the balcony.
——Yan Shu's "Qing Ping Le"
The lingering dream at the top of the building is the fifth clock, and the March rain at the bottom of the flower is sorrowful.
——Yan Shu's "Magnolia"
All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone.
I never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain
——Li Bai's "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain"
The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the light fan Fluttering fireflies.
——Du Mu's "Autumn Evening"
The autumn wind is blowing, and the waves in the Dongting are under the wooden leaves.
——Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs"
I haven't slept much under the half-mooned window, and the painted screen is leisurely displaying the greenery of Wushan Mountain.
——Yan Jidao's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
A green spring water road passes by the place where the orioles sing at dawn.
——Yan Jidao's "Qingpingle"
Thousands of flowers bloom on the east wind night. It blows down even more, and the stars are like rain.
——Xin Qiji's "The Sapphire Case"
If you ask about leisure and sorrow,
A Sichuan tobacco, catkins flying all over the city, and yellow plums in the rain.
——He Zhu's "The Sapphire Case"
The falling flower man is independent, and Wei Yuyan flies together.
——Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Immortal"
What's going on in the mountains? Songhua makes wine and spring water makes tea.
——Zhang Kejiu's "Full Moon"
In life, I only respect the old man in front of me, and the road to Chang'an is covered with snow.
——Shu Yu's "Poppy Beauty"
The bamboo shadow sweeps the steps without moving, and the moon wheel passes through the swamp water without leaving a trace.
——"Cai Gen Tan"
Walking to a water-poor place, sit and watch the clouds rise.
——Wang Wei's "Zhongnan Farewell"
The bright moon was there at that time, and it once returned with colorful clouds.
——"Linjiang Fairy" by Yan Jidao
Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty.
——Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an"
The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlit dusk.
——Lin Bu's "Small Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden"
A lone man with a coir raincoat fishing in a cold river in the snow.
——Liu Zongyuan's "Snow on the River"
The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, and the spring breeze blows over the threshold and the dew is thick.
——Li Bai's "Qing Ping Tiao"
A few lonely winds and moons have repeatedly changed into stars and frost.
——Liu Yong's "Jade Butterfly"
Half a ditch of spring water and a city full of flowers, mist and rain darkening thousands of homes.
——Su Shi's "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River"
How deep is love? The sunset in the deep mountains and the deep autumn rain.
——Nalan Rongruo's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers"
Take the flying immortals to travel, and hold the bright moon to the end.
——Su Shi's "Red Cliff Ode"
Flowers can easily throw people away. The cherries are red and the bananas are green.
——Jiang Jie's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms"
After being drunk, I don't know that the sky is on the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars.
——Tang Wenru's "Inscription on Qingcao Lake, Longyang County"
The long night is beginning with bells and drums, and the stars are about to dawn.
——Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"