Wang Wei is versatile. He brought the essence of painting into the world of poetry and painted vivid works for us with spiritual language and beautiful brushwork.
His landscape poems are about colors, such as "An egret flies over a quiet wetland, and a mango bird sings in a tree in midsummer" ("My Wangchuan House after a long rain"), "The grass is green in the rain, and the water is burning in peach blossoms." -Wan Chuan's other business, beyond the white water and bright fields, behind the peaks and mountains-new sunshine ambitions
Wang Wei's landscape poems are about structural pictures, which make them rich in layers, from far to near, and even both dynamic and static, with good sound and color, more dynamic and musical beauty, such as "the wind is in the pine, flowers are in the pool"-"the garden is a matter of mourning for my brother" and "the trees touch the sky from Wangu, and the cuckoo is singing on Qianfeng. After a night of Shan Yu, hundreds of silky waterfalls will appear on each top of the mountain. " -"Bao Zizhou makes Li": "Where people live, it seems to float in the waves in the far sky." -"Looking at Hanshui" "The grass is ringing in autumn, and the cicadas in the mountains are sad. -"Work in the Mountains in the Early Autumn" or "Insects in the Mountains in the Mid-Autumn": After the rain, the mountains are empty and the autumn is dusk. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. There are close-ups of distant views, looking up and looking down, cool colors and warm colors, and voices and sounds, which fully integrate the beauty of painting, music and poetry. Wang Shanshui's poems are characterized by quiet humanity. Ruzhulou: I am leaning alone in the dense bamboo, playing the pipa and humming a song. The voice is too low, and no one can hear me except my partner Mingyue. The quiet bamboo forest and the bright moonlight made the poet furious, screaming in the sky and depressed. But there are so many thoughts, only the bright moon knows each other.
The remoteness of verve is the soul of painting in Wang Wei's poems. Chai Lu said: "There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. The sun entered a forest and shone on me from the green moss." In the poem, the author deliberately describes that he was alone in an empty mountain and deep forest, and saw a beam of oblique rays of the sunset shining through the gap in the forest and sprinkled on the moss in the forest. The poet captured the most fascinating moment in the vast and complex natural scenery, and painted a quiet and peaceful picture with simple pen and ink, which was far-reaching and fascinating.