The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang. _ _ _ _ Xu Hun's Night View of Xianyang East Building/Xianyang West Building/West Gate
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. _ _ _ _ Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains
Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River north, Orange Island. _ _ _ _ Mao Zedong's "Qinyuanchun Changsha"
There used to be a phoenix on the phoenix platform, and the phoenix went to Taiwan, only Jiangdong returned. _ _ _ _ On Li Bai's "Nanjing on the Phoenix Terrace"
Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's My Retreat in Zhongnanshan/Entering the Mountain for the First Time/Entering the Mountain to Send Old Friends to the City.
Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets. _ _ _ _ Yang Shen's "Linjiang Xianzi, Rolling the Yangtze River and Crossing Water East"
Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color. _ _ _ _ Wang Bo's Preface to Wang Teng Pavilion
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple
The water waves in the river, the white feathers of waterfowl, the green and red flowers on the mountain are in contrast, and you want to burn. _ _ _ _ Two Poems by Du Fu
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Riverside Night Scene in Hui Chong/Riverside Small Scene in Hui Chong.
Between water and water, there are no words. _ _ _ _ Anonymous "All the way to the Altair"
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. _ _ _ _ Luyou Shanxi Village
On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower. _ _ _ _ Liu Yuxi's "The First Meeting of Yangzhou to Enjoy Lotte"
When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? _ _ _ _ Lin Sheng's "Lin 'an House"
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Wang Yue
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. _ _ _ _ Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night. _ _ _ _ Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc, A Climbing Journey"
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. _ _ _ _ Tao Yuanming's "Drinking Fifth"
Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks. _ _ _ _ Zheng Xie Bamboo Stone
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek
In autumn, the sails on the river are far away, and Baidicheng is sparse along the Yellow River. _ _ _ _ Gao Shi ordered Li and Wang to be demoted and transferred to middle summer and Changsha.
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons. _ _ _ _ Yang Wanli "Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"
From a distance, the mountains are high and the clouds are light, and the colors are bright. When you look closer, you can only hear the sound of water, but there is no sound. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's paintings
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's March on the Fortress
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. _ _ _ _ Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon Walking the Huangsha Road at Night
Excuse me, Chao Jiang and the sea, what are your feelings and hearts? _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's "Langtaosha, Sorry, River Tide Sea Water"
The rustling leaves send the cold sound, and the autumn wind moves the guests on the river. _ _ _ _ Ye Shaoweng's Night Book