What poems does the poet Wang Wei have?

Wang Wei's poems are as follows:

1, vacationing in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.

A lonely stranger in a strange land I am cast, I miss my family all the more on every festive day. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

Being alone is always a bit bleak, and I miss my distant relatives every time I go to the Double Ninth Festival. Far away, I feel sorry for myself when I think of my brothers climbing high with dogwood.

2. "birdsong flow"

Original: people are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

There is no sound, osmanthus is falling gently. Castle peak and clear forest are more empty. The bright moon rose, which alarmed several perched mountain birds. The crisp song echoed in the empty mountain stream for a long time.

3. Qingxi

I have sailed the Huanghua River, and every time you chase the Qingxi water. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles. The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank. In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water. Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .

Every time I visit Huanghuachuan, I often stroll along Qingxi. The flowing water turns thousands of times with the mountains, but the journey is not a hundred miles but it is tortuous and faint. The sound of water is constantly noisy among the rocks, and the mountains deep in the pine forest are quiet and beautiful.

In the stream, water hyacinths are rippling with the waves, and reeds and weeds are reflected on the clear water surface. My mind is used to being quiet. The indifferent Qingxi made me forget my troubles. Let me stay fishing on this stone all day until I die!

4. Wild Hope of New Sunshine

Original text: the new sunny yuan is boundless and there is no atmosphere. The gatehouse of the outer city is close to the ferry pier, and the trees at the edge of the village connect the stream and the estuary. The silvery white river is shining in the fields, especially bright, and the green mountains stand behind the ridge. It is the busy farming season, there are no idle people, and farmers are busy going to the fields.

Yuan Ye, which is sunny after the rain, is particularly empty. At first glance, there is no fog and dust. The gatehouse of the outer city is next to the ferry pier, and the green trees on the edge of the village are connected to the mouth of the stream.

The silvery white river sparkled, making the outside of the field particularly bright, and green peaks suddenly appeared behind the ridge. It is the busy farming season, and there are no leisurely people. All the farmers are busy in the fields.

5. Answer Deputy Magistrate Zhang

Quiet old age, empty streets. I think that there is no brilliant strategy to serve the country, only to retire to the mountains and forests. Wide wind, the wind in the shade, the moon shining on the right to play the piano. To know the truth about the poor, please listen to the fishing songs in the deep water.

People especially like quiet in their later years and are indifferent to everything in the world. I thought there was no brilliant plan to serve my country, but I just wanted to live in seclusion in the deep mountains of my hometown. Take off your clothes to enjoy the cool, Shan Gao Yueming, just playing the piano. If you ask the truth of poverty and access, please listen to the fishing songs in the depths of the water pool.