There is a poem, don't be surprised by yourself, just watch bloom fall in front of the court; What's the artistic conception of an ancient poem that can't be left behind, drifting with the clouds?

Yuan Qingshan does not move, and white clouds come and go.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. Tao Yuanming

Bamboo straw sandals are lighter than horses, a misty rain, a lifetime. Su Shi

The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.

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.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. Wang Wei