It's beautiful in the late afternoon, and flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze.
the mud melts the swallows, while the sand warms the mandarin ducks.
2. Zhuli Pavilion (Wang Wei)
leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song.
too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon.
3. Passing through the old people's village (Meng Haoran)
preparing me chicken and rice, old friend, you entertain me at your farm.
we watch the green trees that circle your village, and the pale blue of outlying mountains.
we open your window over garden and field, to talk mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands.
wait till the Mountain Holiday, I am coming again in chrysanthemum time.
4. a message from my lodge at wangchuan to pei di (Wang Wei)
In the mountains are cold and blue now, autumn waters are gurgling.
by my thatch door, leaning on my staff, I listen to cicadas in the evening wind.
sunset lingers at the ferry, supper-smoke floats up from the houses.
and sing a wild poem at Five Willows? is drunk in the summer.
5. Returning to the garden is one of them (Tao Yuanming)
The bird is nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pool misses the source.
open up wasteland in the south and return to the countryside.
there are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine grass houses.
the elm tree is in the back of Liu Yin, in front of Taoli Luotang.