Pastoral Poetry
No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but people can hear their voices.
Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again. - Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
"Deer and Chai"
Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and roaring loudly.
People in the deep forest don't know, but the bright moon comes to shine - Tang Dynasty
Wang Wei's "Zhuli Pavilion"
People are idle, osmanthus flowers are falling, and the night is quiet in the spring mountain sky.
The moonrise scares the birds, and they sing in the spring stream. ——Wang Wei's "Birds in the Stream" 》
After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring rocks flow up.
The bamboos return to Huannu, and the lotus moves down. Fishing boat.
Wine and grandson can stay as long as you like. Tang Dynasty
Wang Wei's "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn"
An old friend brought chickens and millet and invited me to Tian's house.
The green trees are close to the village, and the green mountains are sloping outside.
Open a xuan noodle garden, talk about mulberry and hemp over wine.
We will come back on the Double Ninth Festival. Just chrysanthemums.——Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village"