Poetry that laments the beautiful scenery

1. The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom. ——Bai Juyi's "Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple"

2. The frost falls and the bear rises up the tree, and the deer drinks from the stream in the empty forest. ——Mei Yaochen's "Mountain Trip to Lushan"

3. People cannot climb up to the bright moon, but the moon travels with people. ——Li Bai's "Ask the Moon about Wine·My old friend Jia Chun ordered me to ask about it"

4. The forest shows a bright color, and the city becomes colder at dusk. ——Zu Yong "Looking at the Remaining Snow in the South"

5. The white snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden.

——Han Yu's "Spring Snow"