Shi Zhongshan
1. Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue")
2. The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river. (Wang Zhihuan: At Lusu)
3. Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky ... (Du Fu: Looking at Yue)
Although a country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. (Wang Wei: Chai Lu)
Water in poetry
1. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. (The Book of Songs? Jia Jian ")
Where there is water, there are mountains and islands. (Cao Cao:
3. White hair floating green water, red palm clear waves. (Luo: Singing Goose)
4. Tianmen cut off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu River. (Li Bai: Wangtianmen Mountain))
5. There is no road in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village. (Lu You: "Tour Shanxi Village")
Chinese and Japanese poetry
1. Sunrise southeast corner, according to my Qin Shilou. ("Han Yuefu? Shang Mo sang ")
2. The mountains cover the day and the Yellow River flows people. (Wang Zhihuan: At the Heron Hotel))
It's beautiful when the sun sets, and the flowers and plants in the spring breeze are very fragrant. (Du Fu: "Jueju")
4. The setting sun is far away, the weather is freezing and the house is poor. (Liu Changqing: "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow"))
The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. (Wang Wei: "Summit")
The Moon in Poetry
1. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosted already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")
2. How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven and how close the moon is to the water! . (Meng Haoran: "Jiande River Sleeping at Night")
3. Moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream. (Wang Wei: "Autumn in a Mountain Residence")
4. In the dim moonlight, wild geese are flying high, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark. (Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")
5. Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us. (Li Bai: "Drinking the Moon Alone")
Poetic brushstrokes
1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
2. The wind blows the general to hunt Weicheng. (Wang Wei: Hunting)
The forest is black, and the wind attacks the grass, but the general tries to shoot arrows at night. (Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")
Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi: "Farewell to Ancient Grass")
5. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. (Liu Changqing: "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow")
Flowers in poetry
1. I'll come back at chrysanthemum time when I have a holiday in the mountains. (Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Village")
I drink a pot of wine from the flowers alone. No one is with me. (Li Bai: "Drinking the Moon Alone")
But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
5. Look at the red and wet place, and the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
Rain in poetry
1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran: "Xiao Chun")
2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. (Wang Wei: Living in the Mountains in Autumn)
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
4. There is no rain on the mountain road and the clothes are wet, (Wang Wei: "On the Mountain")
5. Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. (Zhang: (in the grid))
Snow in poetry
1. (Wang Wei: Hunting)
2. We chased them, the burden of horses was light, and there was snow on our bows and swords. (Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")
3. Knowing from afar is not snow, because there is fragrance. (Wang Anshi: Plum Blossom)
4. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue")
5. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. (Liu Changqing: "Master of Furong Mountain in Every Snow")
Grass in poetry
1. The sky is wild, the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low. (Song of Chile)
The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. (Bai Juyi: "Farewell to Ancient Grass")
3. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
4. But how much affection does it have for an inch of grass to get three spring rays? (Meng Jiao: "Wanderer")
The forest is black, and the wind attacks the grass, but the general tries to shoot arrows at night. (Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")
Willow in poetry
1. There are flowers everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind is cold and willows are oblique. (Han Xiong's cold food)
2. There is no road in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village. (Lu You: "Tour Shanxi Village")
3. I want to get wet by clothes, rain, and a bright future. (Zhinan: "Jueju")
4. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. (Wang Wei (sent to Yuan Ershi Anxi))
5. Two orioles sing green willows and a row of egrets go up to the sky. (Du Fu: (quatrains))
The Tree in Poetry
1. There are many trees and rich herbs. (Cao Cao: Looking at the sea)
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. (Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Village")
3. The bird stays in the tree by the pool, and the monk is knocking at the door. (Jia Dao: "Li Ning lives in seclusion")
Jasper is dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries. (He Zhangzhi: (Yin Liu))
Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows the petals of ten thousand pear trees. (Cen Can: "Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji's Song of Wu Going Home")
Birds in poetry
1. When the moon rises, the birds are surprised, and when the spring flows. (Wang Wei: "Bird Song Stream")
There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue")
Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. (Du Fu: (Hope of Spring))
In the spring morning, I wake up easily, and birds are singing everywhere. (Hao Haoran:
5. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ... (Du Fu: (Wang Yue))