Tao Yuanming
Guiyuan Tianju (1)
Without vulgar rhyme, I naturally love Qiushan.
Fall into the dust net by mistake, thirty years.
The caged bird loves the old forest, but the pond fish misses the old source.
Open up wasteland in the south and return to the garden.
There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine straw houses.
Yin's back eaves, in tang qian.
Warm and distant people's villages, the smoke in the Yi market.
In the deep alley where dogs bark, chickens call mulberry trees jump.
The house is clean and messy, and the vacant rooms are more leisure.
After staying in a cage for a long time, you will return to nature.
An autumn night in the mountains
Wang Wei
The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening.
Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream.
The bamboo whispers that the laundry girl returns, and the lotus leaves lie in front of the fishing boat.
My friend's prince, what does it matter if spring is over and you are still here? .
Chai Lu
Wang Wei
There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice.
The sun shines on me from the green moss.
A farmhouse by the Weihe River.
Wang Wei
Sunset shines on the market, and cattle and sheep go home along the path.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.
Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene (I)
Su Shi
There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo.
Spring River Warm Duck Prophet.
Artemisia selengensis has short buds all over the ground,
It's time for puffer fish to go upstream.
Ding Fengbo
Su Shi
Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest,
Why not sing and walk slowly?
Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of?
Misty rain lasts for a lifetime.
The cold spring breeze woke me up, a little cold.
The hillside is sloping, but it is pleasant.
Look back at that desolate place, go home,
No rain or shine.