Poetry describing the path

The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees.

There is no choice but the flowers fall away, the familiar swallows return, and the fragrant path in the small garden wanders alone.

The mountain path is covered with green moss, which welcomes few visitors. ——Dai Fuxu

The orchid leaf path in the mountains, the peach garden outside the city. ——Wang Bo

Crawling grass invades the mountain path, and the catkins kill the forest. ——Wu Yong

Take advantage of the warm weather to walk on the mountain trails and pass by the pavilion in search of tranquility. ——Wang Mian

The mountain is deep and there are slight paths, and the trees are old and half branchless. ——Kou Zhun

Dark bamboo invades the mountain path, and weeping poplar trees brush against the prostitute's tower.

——Song Zhiwen