1, the spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. As soon as Xiao He showed his sharp corner, a dragonfly stood on it. ?
Source: Koike-Song Yang Wanli. ?
There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths. A boat, a bamboo cloak, fishing alone. ?
Origin: Jiang Xue-Liu Zongyuan in Tang Dynasty. ?
In the spring morning, I wake up easily, and birds are singing everywhere. How many flowers fall after a stormy night. ?
Source: "Chunxiao"-Tang Meng Haoran. ?
4. When my boat was sailing in the fog, the sunlight faded and the old memories began. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. ?
Source: The night berth on Jiande River-Tang Meng Haoran. ?
5. The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river. By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Source: Heron Hostel-Don Wang Zhihuan.
6, chilling, for Changting night, the shower began to rest. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy. Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, more comparable to the cold autumn festival! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together? ? Source: Lin Yulingsong, Liu Yong.