Wang Weiyou's poems about landscapes are as follows:
1. "Mountain Dwelling in the Dark Autumn": After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.
2. "Mountain Dwelling": Loneliness covers the wood door, and the vastness faces the falling light. There are crane nests and pine trees everywhere, and few people visit the pigeon gate. The green bamboo contains new powder, and the red lotus sheds its old clothes. Fireworks are going up at the crossing, and water chestnuts are being collected everywhere.
3. "Weichuan Tianjia": The setting sun shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return to the back alleys. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate. Pheasants_The wheat seedlings are beautiful, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse. The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.
4. "Jiyu Wangchuanzhuang Zuo": The fireworks in the forest are late due to the rain, and the steamed quinoa and millet are cooked to the east. Egrets fly in the desert paddy fields, and orioles sing in the overcast summer trees. In the mountains, I quietly watch the hibiscus trees, and under the pine tree, I fold the dew sunflowers. The old man is fighting for a seat with others, but the seagull is even more suspicious of what happened.
5. "Hanjiang Linfan": Chu and Sai are connected to three Hunan, and Jingmen is connected to nine schools. The river flows beyond the sky and the earth, and the mountains are beautiful. In the county town of Bucheonpo, waves ripple across the sky. It's a nice windy day in Xiangyang, and I'm left drunk with the mountain man.
6. "Qingxi": When you enter Huanghuachuan, you will chase the green stream every time. There will be thousands of turns along the mountain, and the journey will be endless. There is a lot of noise in the rocks, but the color is quiet deep in the pines. The ripples are full of water chestnuts, and the clear water reflects the reeds. My mind is already free, and the Qingchuan River is so peaceful. Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over.