(Meng Haoran)
The sunset passed through the mountains in the west, and the valley in Qian Shan was suddenly dark and quiet.
The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear.
You got what you wanted, and the birds perched in the quiet fog.
Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
(Du Fu)
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
Wild trails and clouds are all black, and rivers and boats are bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Foreign night
(Du Fu)
The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast.
The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.
I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .
Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! .
My retreat in Zhongnanshan
(Wang Wei)
After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years.