Poems about vision

The flowers are getting more and more attractive, and only shallow grass can have no horseshoes. —— Bai Juyi's Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake

Stop and sit in the maple grove late, and the frost leaves are red in February. —— Du Mu's Mountain Trip

mountains cover the white sun, and oceans drain the golden river. But you widen your view three hundred miles, by going up one flight of stairs-Wang Zhihuan's at heron lodge