The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day.
At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.
Sunset set at the ferry, and midnight snack smoke floated out of the house.
Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .
An autumn night in the mountains.
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
go hunting
In the wind, the horn sounded and the general was hunting outside the borehole.
The grass is yellow in autumn, and the eagle eye is sharper; When the ice and snow melt, the horseshoe is extraordinarily brisk.
It has passed Xinfeng City in a blink of an eye and soon returned to sunny Liu Ying.
Looking back at the eagle wilderness, thousands of twilight clouds spread to the horizon.
A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.
Ti tong ting yi
The mountains are far beyond the sky, and the country is in the East.
Hamming saw it the day before and Jiang Bai heard the news.
Birds go to the plateau, people go to the path.
Running away from the past is not in the five lakes.
One night abroad.
The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast.
The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.
I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .
Flying around, what am I like? But sandpipers in the vast world! .
Passing through the village of the old man
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Buddhist retreat after the broken mountain temple.
On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.
A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers.
Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.
A thousand sounds have disappeared, and I only hear the bell.
Looking forward to an early spring outing with Lu Cheng in Jinling.
Only those who are far away from home are particularly sensitive to the change of natural phenology.
The bright sun on the sea is about to rise, and Jiangnan in the south of the Yangtze River is reviving.
Warm spring urges warblers to sing, and duckweed in the clear sun is dark in color.
Suddenly I heard that simple melody you sang, which made people cry.
Check into yunmen temple Pavilion.
At the foot of Dongshan Mountain in Ge Xiang, fireworks are like a secluded place outside.
Hanging lights, rolling curtains, autumn colors of the five lakes.
There are wild geese on the painted wall and bullfighting is held on the screen window.
More suspicious of the road, dreaming of white clouds.