There seems to be no one on the empty mountain in Chai Lu, but I think I heard a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. An autumn night sky mountain in the deep mountains after the rain stands in the autumn evening. 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. "Bird Watching Creek" people are idle with osmanthus flowers, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
In the bamboo house, I leaned alone in the dense bamboo forest, playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. "Weishui Farmhouse" is set in the setting sun, and cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
Wang Wei's landscape poems pay attention to structural pictures, which make them rich in levels, from far to near, and even both dynamic and static, with good sound and more dynamic and musical beauty, such as "songs contain sound in the wind, flowers reflect the pool" ("Lin Yuan is a matter of mourning for his younger brother") and "trees touch the sky from a thousand valleys, and cuckoos crow on a thousand peaks". After a night in Shan Yu, hundreds of silky waterfalls will appear on every mountain top. "
(Bao Zizhou made Li) "Where people live, it is like a wave in the far sky." (Looking at the Han River) "Autumn grass rings, cicadas in the mountains are sad. For example, an autumn night in the mountains: an empty mountain after rain, standing in the autumn evening. 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 at the sky and vomiting in his chest. But there are so many thoughts, only the bright moon knows each other.