First, Bai Juyi's "Wozhai":
When you look at things from the beginning, you sit and eat. Under the long corridor, retreat into the study. Who will accompany you when you are free? What cloud is two thousand stones, like a field Weng?
Second, Bai Juyi's Su Dongting Xiaoxing:
Warm earth fire, burning sarong candle. Holding the piano alone, I went to Dongzhai for the night. Residual leakage window, curtain floating at the beginning. Look up and comb more, your eyes are dim, and you sleep well in spring. Take a walk in the pond under the eaves. Southern Yan didn't come back, why did Dongfeng come?
Third, Bai Juyi's dog kite:
Come late, the weather is fine, walk in front of the door. What's in front of the door? I occasionally see dogs and kites. The kite flies when it is full, and the dog sleeps when it is warm. The abdomen is comfortable and close to the ground, and the wings soar. There is no worry about se above, and there is no bondage and locking below. When I saw what it was, I was also very comfortable. What is the comfort of the soul, a poem about freedom. This is still appropriate, and I haven't forgotten what I said.
Fourth, the party is a side door:
Four mountains are green and harmonious, and one stream is beautiful in autumn. The waves meet the egrets and fish and jump the mirror. Walking in the forest, ancient trees lead a secluded path, the wind is still and the smoke is straight, and the pond is sunny. It's time for the past, old and dusty. There are still some Wu Shuang, gaunt and ashamed of Pan Ling, dreaming of the small garden road in the south of the Yangtze River, worrying about listening to falling leaves and pulleys, and worrying about listening to the sound of golden wells.
Five, Guo's "Minus Magnolia":
Occasionally, it is the most enjoyable place in the world, walking for spring, coming to the piano hall as an uninvited guest and singing a song slowly. The wild birds are all retracted, and it won't take many cups. It will take time to come.
Six, Han Juan's "recent love":
There is a tree on the road with sparse plum blossoms. People come and go regardless of the time, walking leisurely in the south, and the east wind blows incense for me. How much youth is there today? Tomorrow, the new Zhengxi River will shadow Hengshan Mountain at dusk, and I will hide my place and my heart will be in poetry.
Seven, often built in a Buddhist retreat behind the broken mountain temple:
On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat. Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. All is silent here, but the bell is ringing.
Eight, Du Fu's weeding:
Walking in front of the forest in the morning, the river color is still there. How can I stay in the high autumn when the thorn pierces my eyes? Bright cloth loves the morning, and the empty mountain is sunny and spring. The honey room has a master, but the stone room has no neighbors.