"Birdsong Stream"
Era: Tang Author: Wang Wei
The people are idle, the osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.
When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream.
"The Spring Garden"
Era: Tang Author: Wang Wei
Su Yu rides on light clogs, spring cold wears a robe.
Open the border to divide the white water, and the willows will bloom with red peaches.
The grass is like a chess game, and the forest is holding up tangerines.
I still hold a deerskin table, and the basil is hidden in the sunset.
"Pastoral Works in Spring"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Wang Wei
The spring doves are singing on the house, and the apricot blossoms are white beside the village.
Hold an ax to cut down the distant mountains, and use a hoe to dig into the spring veins.
Returning to Yan recognizes the old nest, and the old sees the new calendar.
When I came to the wine table, I suddenly felt helpless, and I felt melancholy as a traveler from afar.
"Fenghe Shengzhi leaves the road from Penglai to Xingqing Pavilion to look forward to spring in the spring rain"
Era: Tang Author: Wang Wei
The Weishui River lingers Qin Saiqu, the old Huangshan Mountain is sloping around the Han Palace.
Luan Yu came out of Qianmenliu and looked back at Shangyuan flowers from the pavilion road.
In the Yunli Imperial City, there are two phoenix towers, thousands of people with spring trees in the rain.
It is to take advantage of the Yang Qi to carry out the seasons, not to play with the beauty of things.
"Returning to Thoughts in Late Spring"
Era: Tang Author: Wang Wei
The new makeup is pitiful, and the setting sun rolls up the curtains.
The furnace air is pure and precious, and the wall is covered with jade.
Spring insects fly around the nets, and dusk birds hide in the flower branches.
I have a lot of worries in the evening, when I am free to do my homework.