The bright moon hangs high in heaven, and the sea of clouds is boundless.
Outside the building, leaning against the frost tree, the mirror is empty. Du Mu
But now, the long river, far from the lonely sails and five lakes, sparkles with spring Liu Changqing in the sunset.
The bright moon is pure pine forest, and thousands of peaks are of the same color. Ouyang Xiu
The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook. He Li
I will walk until the river blocks my way, and then sit and watch the rising clouds.
High moon practice color pavilion, river sound and wind. Land travel.
Frost Goose said, autumn on both sides of Jiangyan River. Yuan Mei.
Five old peaks in the southeast of Lushan Mountain cut out Jin Furong Li Bai in spring.
Mount Tai is craggy, and Xia Yun is here. It is suspected that Bai Bo has risen to the East China Sea. li po
Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off XuanYuanTai. li po
The Yellow River falls into the East China Sea, and Wan Li writes it in his mind. li po
The Yellow River, far above the white clouds, is an isolated city, Wan Ren and Wang Zhihuan.
The geese passing through the clouds are still calling to the moon, and the unguarded goats are grazing on the border of Ting Yun.
The clouds in the pillow are close to a thousand peaks, and the bottom of the bed is loose and sad. Ceng Gongliang
The wind turns white waves, and the geese point to the sky. Bai Juyi
Smoke condenses and water accumulates, dragons and snakes sting, and empty mountains and stars are bright and Lu Lunlu.
Leaves fall like the waves of a waterfall, and I watch the long river always roll on Du Fu.
The black wind blows the sea, and the rain falls on Su Shi in Jiang Lai, East Zhejiang.
If you don't come to the ground for three days in autumn, the sound of insects falls like rain.
In Guilin, the sky is big and the hills stand out from the sky. Yuan Mei