meng haoran
""
Guogurenzhuang
At ""
We look at the green trees around your village.
green hills
Guowai
Tilt
All the poems are old friends.
Chicken millet
Invited me to his villa hall
We look at the green trees around your village and the light blue distant mountains. We open the window and overlook the gardens and fields.
Talking to Sang Ma with a cup in his hand.
Stay until
Double Ninth Festival
I'm here again at chrysanthemum time.
This poem describes the scenery of a mountain village, where immortals come and go, surrounded by green trees, and the poem is: We look at the pale blue of green trees around your village and distant mountains.