Shannan Gailu, Lin is my first coat.
It's better to bend over than to have a full ladle.
Wang Wei's Sleeping in Spring
Peach is full of rain, willow is full of spring smoke.
Before the children were swept away, the flowers fell, and the tourists in Ti Ying Mountain slept soundly.
Wang Wei's seclusion
There is a lonely village at the foot of the mountain and a lonely plateau on the horizon.
A swallow flies back to the alley, and Mr. Wu or Liu faces the door.
Li Bai's spring scenery
The door faces the crane creek, and the cloud meets the home of Yanxian.
Who knows people's affair? I'm used to seeing mountains, rivers, birds and flowers.
Li Bai's Summer Scenery
The bamboo pole sleeps and the water pavilion is wild.
Outside the curtain, the wind and smoke curled up, and the trees in front of the court sang.
Li Bai's autumn scenery
Last night, the west wind suddenly turned and I was surprised to see wild geese crossing the forest.
Poetry is just static, rhyme is cold.