Five Dynasties Li Yu
Deep courtyard quiet, small courtyard empty, intermittent cold anvil, intermittent wind.
But people can't sleep at night, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain.
The autumn wind brings cold anvil sounds, especially in the small courtyard. In the middle of the night, the moonlight and the sound of anvil penetrated into the curtains, which made people think of recruiting people outside and evoked endless lovesickness. Therefore, I can't sleep at night and my mind is full of worries.
2. "Linjiang Jin Xian locks the heavy door Huang Yuanjing"
Lu Qianyi in the Five Dynasties
The golden lock closes the door and the garden is quiet, but the window is sad in autumn.
Cui Hua disappeared without a trace. As soon as Lou Yu's song was blown, the sound was broken with the wind.
The palace gates are locked at different levels, and the desolate royal garden is extremely quiet; I leaned against the window and looked at the autumn night sky sadly. Since the emperor went, it has been quiet here, and no one has ever seen the emperor again. The songs and music in the palace have long been cut off, following the wind that never returns.
3. "Mei Feng, beginning of life Jing"
Yuan Dynasty: Ma Zhiyuan
Beginning of life is quiet, when will the bright moon shine? Yu Mei is reflected obliquely outside the screen window.
Plum blossoms smile as shadows, and the moon is generally lonely.
People have just calmed down and the moonlight is bright. Many-hued, the flower of Bai Mei, is reflected obliquely on the screen window. Plum blossoms are just a joke. The moon sets in the middle of the night, and the courtyard is as desolate and lonely as before.
4. Linjiang Fairy, Smoke Collection, Autumn in Zhu Xiang, Jiang Jing.
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Mi
In autumn, the smoke in Zhu Xiang is quiet, and the banana flower dew is red.
Five clouds and two cranes have gone without a trace. Some souls are broken and staring at the sky.
Bamboo leaves shed tears in the dark, and it is idle to tune in the waves.
The temples in Lv Yun are very heavy. The ancient temple is deep and fragrant, cold, rainy and windy.
Xiangjiang River is smokeless and quiet, and dew canna is wet with tears. Shun Di rode a crane and disappeared without a trace. Second princess, I can't see the sky for several times. They shed tears on the bamboo poles, and bitter voices bounced in the waves of Xiangjiang River. The second princess's temples are as thick as flowers. Now in ChristianRandPhillips Temple, the dust is covered with dust, and the powder is cold and fragrant, accompanied by biting rain and biting wind.
5, "No Custom, Xu Ling Palace Pear Flower Ci"
Song Dynasty: Qiu Chuji
The quiet night is heavy, floating and hazy, and the cold soaks into the moon.
On the silent evening night, pear blossoms quietly in the moonlight.
2. Describe a quiet poem. Birds fly high and go alone. -Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. -Wei is in Xixi Chuzhou.
A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang. -Chang Jian "Zen Forest after Broken Mountain Temple".
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. -Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue
The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual. -Wang Ji's "If you are in Xi"
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. -Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. -Meng Haoran's "Sleeping in Jiande River"
Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. -Jia Dao's "Li Ning's Dwelling House"
Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color. -Wang Bo's Preface to Wang Tengting
3. Poems describing silence are:
1, birds fly high and go alone. -Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain
2, people are idle osmanthus, and the night is quiet. -Wang Wei's "Birds Singing Stream"
There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand paths. -Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue
4, and thousands of sounds are quiet, but the remaining bells are clear. -Chang Jian's "Zen State after Broken Mountain Temple"
5. The bird stays in the tree by the pool and the monk knocks at the door. -Jia Dao's "Li Ning's Seclusion"
1, birds fly high and go alone.
Birds fly without a trace, and lonely clouds floating in the sky don't want to stay and drift away slowly.
2, people are idle osmanthus, and the night is quiet.
The night in spring is very quiet, and you can hear the sound of osmanthus falling.
There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand paths.
Birds and mountains are all extinct; All the roads, no sign of anyone.
4, and thousands of sounds are quiet, but the remaining bells are clear.
At this moment, everything was silent, except the sound of ringing the bell.
5. The bird stays in the tree by the pool and the monk knocks at the door.
Birds are resting in a tree by the pool, and a monk is knocking at the mountain gate under the moon.
4. Who abandoned the long-term leisure in the poem about peace and love for flowers? Every spring comes, melancholy remains. Every day, I often get sick and drink, but I don't care that my face in the mirror is thin. Why do I have to ask new troubles every year, when the willow tree is on the Wuqing embankment by the river? The independent small bridge is full of wind sleeves, and the linping crescent people return home. Jade building is bleak, and it is a bit boring after parting. There are no books, and there are no books. In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and Chiba hates it. Therefore, looking for a single pillow in a dream, the dream is not only light but also embers. The butterfly garden is deep, willow piles of smoke, and the curtain is not heavy. I'm not going to stay in spring. I flew over the swing with tears in my eyes. I'm waiting for plum blossoms in the pavilion, the bridges are sparse and the grass is warm and swaying. My sadness is drifting away, and the distance is like spring water. My heart is full of tears, and the building is too high to rely on the dangerous fence. There are spring mountains everywhere, and pedestrians are even outside. The waves washed the sand and drank. Forget to come back, it is impossible to say that spring will be dusk. Flowers will eat cold food, whose tree the car is tied to. Will we meet a stranger when Shuang Yan comes? Stir up the spring sorrow like catkins, and there is nowhere to find it in the dream. Jade pagoda spring is not finished, and I intend to say the return date, but I didn't say to swallow the spring first. Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance. Don't renovate without a song. A song can teach you how to tie the knot. You must see all the flowers in Luoyang. It's easy to say goodbye to the spring breeze. Youth travel is dry and sunny. More specifically, I remember Wang Sun. The rain fell on the light thunder pool outside Linjiang Xianchi, and the sound of the rain dripped and broke the lotus. The rainbow in the west corner of the small building is bright, withered and oblique, and the moonlight is born. Swallows fly to see the painted building, the jade hook hangs the curtain, the cool waves are motionless, the lines are flat, the water is clear and the pillows are double, and there are falling flowers on the shore. Irises are swaying in the wind, and willows are carrying heavy smoke and snow. The moon shines on the pear flower. Mulberry picking is a solo boat, around the West Lake, with clear water and grass on the long shore, and fun everywhere. When there is no wind, the water is smooth and slippery, the boat ripples slightly, and the sand birds fly ashore to pick mulberry seeds. Spring rain wins the West Lake, flowers are blooming, butterflies are buzzing, and flowers are warm in sunny days. The orchid is coated with kudzu. It's calm, but there are clouds floating under the boat. The water is fresh and the pitch is lingering. I suspect there will be another day in the lake. After picking mulberry seeds, the West Lake is fine, wolves are still red, birds are misty, and weeping willows are withered all day. After all the tourists left, I felt the spring sky, the curtains hung down and two swallows came back in the drizzle. Who can enjoy the West Lake after picking mulberry seeds?
Who knows, at leisure, the grass is dark and the water is far away, and a little Cangzhou egrets fly. The West Lake is clear and full of eyes, and green willows and bamboos drive there. Tourists must go at dusk, drunk and noisy, and the road turns to the embankment until the city head is always full of flowers. After the lotus blooms, the West Lake will be fine, and wine will come without flags. Go home drunk. Mulberry leaves are beautiful in the water, and the West Lake is full of fresh clouds. Seagulls and herons are sleeping, so you should get used to listening to orchestra. The wind is clear and the moon is white, suitable for night. Anyone who envies Luan is a fairy in the boat. The sunset glow of mulberry leaves shines on the West Lake, the flowers are flat and faint, and there is no boat on the barren shore. In the southwest moon, clouds are floating. Asphalt flying in the spring of 20 years. Returning like a crane in Liaodong, the whole city is new. Who knows the old master? When Ruan Langchun returned to the South Garden, the smell of wind and peace, green plums like peas and willows, butterflies flying all day long, flowers heavy and grass smoke low, people's curtains hanging down, swings casual, and painted beams living in Shuang Yan. The southern singer's golden mud belt, the dragon jade palm comb. Idle hinder embroidery, ask how the word Yuanyang is born. Linjiangxian remembered the first song that Jin Luan sang together, and the spring breeze made the country rich and the people strong. Now, he is an old official who has lost Qujiang flowers for ten years. It is said that Lang Mountain leads to Yuen Long, and the building is very high, but there is no family in sight. It's hard to leave the lonely city when it's cold, and the mangroves are far away. He Mei crab powder. Don't worry. Sauvignon Blanc surrounded the embankment with apple willows, watched the pedestrians go west, and returned for a long time. It's raining and windy, and cold gulls fly relatively. Sauvignon Blanc is like a willow, and a willow is a parting young man, bowing his head and crying. The Yangtze River is east, Jiangxi is long, and mandarin ducks fly on both sides. When will they meet? 6. Shoot a lamp and spread it frequently. Life here seems like an old bottle. Say what you love in the morning, roll a light cream on the curtain and try on plum blossom makeup by hand, all because of your hatred, so you draw long and far. Thinking about the past and cherishing fragrance is easy to get hurt. Draw a song first, and it is the most heartbreaking to laugh. The railing of Pingshan, which is in the wrong place, leans against the clear sky, where the color of the mountain is both there and there. His hand hung in front of the hall. Look at the old man in front of the bottle. Nowadays, the waves of sand swim in the north pool, the canoes are rippling and the wicker is soft, so that spring comes and goes, and the head is white. A good prostitute has a good voice, but it is difficult to get drunk. I advise you to drink enough gold euros, even if flowers are often sick, they are still romantic. Fishermen are proud of the ridge of lotus leaves, and the boat supports flowers. If there is love in the sky, it will be old.
How about this idea? As thin as light silk, as thin as waves.
The shore of the ship. Maple leaves and flowers in autumn.
Think about the past. It is necessary to compare the world with dreams.
Last year's Eve, the flower market was brightly lit. At the end of the month, it is about dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.
5. Poems describing a place's peace of mind describe a place's peace of mind, and recommend Tao Yuanming's Heart is Far from Self-centered in Jin Dynasty and Su Shi's Peace of Mind is My Hometown in Northern Song Dynasty.
The fifth part is drinking
Tao Jin Yuanming
Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.
What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.
"Youth trip, Nanhai returned to Wang Dingguo to serve the people and accompany her mother."
Song sushi
I have always admired Yulang in the world. God should beg for a crisp mother.
Sing as hard as you can and open your teeth. The wind blew. Snowflakes are flying and the sea is getting cold.
Wanli came back with little face. Smile. When you laugh, you still carry the fragrance.
I don't know if Lingnan should be bad, right? But this road. This peace of mind is my hometown.
6. Who abandoned the long-term leisure in the poem about peace and love for flowers? Every spring comes, melancholy remains. Every day, I often get sick and drink, but I don't care that my face in the mirror is thin. The willows on the Kate levee by the river are asking for new troubles. What's going on every year? The independent small bridge is full of wind sleeves, and the linping crescent people return home. Jade building is bleak, and it is a bit boring after parting. There are no books, and there are no books. In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and Chiba hates it. Therefore, looking for a single pillow in a dream, the dream is not only light but also embers. The butterfly garden is deep, willow piles of smoke, and the curtain is not heavy. I'm not going to stay in spring. I flew over the swing with tears in my eyes. I'm waiting for plum blossoms in the pavilion, the bridges are sparse and the grass is warm and swaying. My sadness is drifting away, and the distance is like spring water. My heart is full of tears, and the building is too high to rely on the dangerous fence. There are spring mountains everywhere, and pedestrians are even outside. The waves washed the sand and drank. Forget to come back, it is impossible to say that spring will be dusk. Flowers will eat cold food, whose tree the car is tied to. Will we meet a stranger when Shuang Yan comes? Stir up the spring sorrow like catkins, and there is nowhere to find it in the dream. Jade pagoda spring is not finished, and I intend to say the return date, but I didn't say to swallow the spring first. Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance. Don't renovate without a song. A song can teach you how to tie the knot. You must see all the flowers in Luoyang. It's easy to say goodbye to the spring breeze. Youth travel is dry and sunny. More specifically, I remember Wang Sun. The rain fell on the light thunder pool outside Linjiang Xianchi, and the sound of the rain dripped and broke the lotus. The rainbow in the west corner of the small building is bright, withered and oblique, and the moonlight is born. Swallows fly to see the painted building, the jade hook hangs the curtain, the cool waves are motionless, the lines are flat, the water is clear and the pillows are double, and there are falling flowers on the shore. Irises are swaying in the wind, and willows are carrying heavy smoke and snow. The moon shines on the pear flower. Mulberry picking is a solo boat, around the West Lake, with clear water and grass on the long shore, and fun everywhere. When there is no wind, the water is smooth and slippery, the boat ripples slightly, and the sand birds fly ashore to pick mulberry seeds. Spring rain wins the West Lake, flowers are blooming, butterflies are buzzing, and flowers are warm in sunny days. The orchid is coated with kudzu. It's calm, but there are clouds floating under the boat. The water is fresh and the pitch is lingering. I suspect there will be another day in the lake. After picking mulberry seeds, the West Lake is fine, wolves are still red, birds are misty, and weeping willows are withered all day. After all the tourists left, I felt the spring sky, the curtains hung down and two swallows came back in the drizzle. Who can enjoy the West Lake after picking mulberry seeds?
Who knows, at leisure, the grass is dark and the water is far away, and a little Cangzhou egrets fly. The West Lake is clear and full of eyes, and green willows and bamboos drive there. Tourists must go at dusk, drunk and noisy, and the road turns to the embankment until the city head is always full of flowers. After the lotus blooms, the West Lake will be fine, and wine will come without flags. Go home drunk. Mulberry leaves are beautiful in the water, and the West Lake is full of fresh clouds. Seagulls and herons are sleeping, so you should get used to listening to orchestra. The wind is clear and the moon is white, suitable for night. Anyone who envies Luan is a fairy in the boat. The sunset of mulberry leaves shines on the West Lake, with a sea of flowers and a Ma Pingchuan, and there is no boat on the barren shore. The southwest moon floats away. Asphalt flying in the spring of 20 years. Returning like a crane in Liaodong, the whole city is new. Who knows the old master? When Ruan Langchun returned to the South Garden, the smell of wind and peace, green plums like peas and willows, butterflies flying all day long, flowers heavy and grass smoke low, people's curtains hanging down, swings casual, and painted beams living in Shuang Yan. The southern singer's golden mud belt, the dragon jade palm comb. Idle hinder embroidery, ask how the word Yuanyang is born. Linjiangxian remembered the first song that Jin Luan sang together, and the spring breeze made the country rich and the people strong. Now, he is an old official who has lost Qujiang flowers for ten years. It is said that Lang Mountain leads to Yuen Long, and the building is very high, but there is no family in sight. It's hard to leave the lonely city when it's cold, and the mangroves are far away. He Mei crab powder. Don't worry. Sauvignon Blanc surrounded the embankment with apple willows, watched the pedestrians go west, and returned for a long time. It's raining and windy, and cold gulls fly relatively. Sauvignon Blanc flowers like Iraq, willow like Iraq, young flowers and willows are leaving, bowing their heads and crying. The Yangtze River is east, Jiangxi is long, and mandarin ducks fly on both sides. When will they meet? 6. Shoot a lamp and spread it frequently. Life here seems like an old bottle. Say what you love in the morning, roll a light cream on the curtain and try on plum blossom makeup by hand, all because of your hatred, so you draw long and far. Thinking about the past and cherishing fragrance is easy to get hurt. Draw a song first, and it is the most heartbreaking to laugh. The railing of Pingshan, which is in the wrong place, leans against the clear sky, where the color of the mountain is both there and there. His hand hung in front of the hall. Look at the old man in front of the bottle. Nowadays, the waves of sand swim in the north pool, the canoes are rippling and the wicker is soft, so that spring comes and goes, and the head is white. A good prostitute has a good voice, but it is difficult to get drunk. I advise you to drink enough gold euros, even if flowers are often sick, they are still romantic. Fishermen are proud of the ridge of lotus leaves, and the boat supports flowers. If there is love in the sky, it will be old.
How about this idea? As thin as light silk, as thin as waves.
The shore of the ship. Maple leaves and flowers in autumn.
Think about the past. It is necessary to compare the world with dreams.
Last year's Eve, the flower market was brightly lit. At the end of the month, it is about dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.
7. The poem expressing meditation is 1, "Peace of mind, no past, no present."
In the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi lived in a bird, and the fish did not move. At night, the moon shone on Jiang Shen. There is nothing outside but the piano on the boat.
Seven strings are good friends and two ears are bosom friends. Peace of mind is silence, there is no distinction between ancient and modern.
Explanation: On a clear night, birds and fish stopped moving. The bright moon was immersed in the deep river and fell into their dreams, right? At this moment, my body and mind are clear, except for the sound of the piano on the boat, nothing bothers me, and I sit alone, indifferent! The seven silver strings on the piano are the closest friends, and his ears are his bosom friends. When the calm and natural voice melts into the sea of hearts, the whole world is eternal and beautiful. Who knows, where is the ancient and where is the present? 2. "Fishing and sitting on a rock, the water is clear and the heart is idle."
"Wan Shan Tan Zuo" Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran fishing and sitting on a rock, the water is clear and the heart is idle. Fish swam around in the shade of trees, and apes hung on the branches to fight.
The story of the goddess Yu Pei is said to have happened on this mountain. Because I don't have such a chance to take risks, I will come back and sing oars in the moonlight.
Interpretation: I sit on a stone by the pool and fish, so the water is clear and my heart is relaxed. Fish are swimming in the shade, and apes are hanging on branches to play.
It is said that the story of the goddess giving gifts to Yu Pei happened in this Wanshan Mountain. As I didn't have such an adventure, I sang songs and paddled back in the moonlight.
3. "I brush my teeth with water from a cold well, while brushing my clothes and purifying my mind." In the early morning of the Tang Dynasty, Zhao read Buddhist scriptures in his temple: Liu Zongyuan, I brushed my teeth with water from a cold well, while brushing my clothes and purifying my mind.
Lift the Buddhist scriptures leisurely, stroll out of Dongzhai, and recite aloud. The true meaning of Buddhist scriptures is not understood, but it pursues absurdity for the people.
The essence of Buddhism and Confucianism is also expected to coincide, but I am not good at practicing nature. Taoist temple is so quiet, green and fresh moss is connected with the depths of bamboo forest.
In the morning mist, the sun shines, and the pine trees feel mu. Peace makes me indifferent to peace and feel the inner comfort of Buddhism.
Interpretation: Bring cool well water to rinse your mouth and brush your teeth, and then brush off the dust on your clothes when your heart is clear. Leisurely picked up the Buddhist Bayeux Sutra, strolled out of Dongzhai, and recited the Buddhist scriptures.
The true meaning of Buddhist scriptures is not understood by the world, but absurd things are pursued by people. The essence of Buddhism and Confucianism can also be expected to coincide, but how to cultivate their own nature in this way?
How elegant and quiet the Taoist temple is, and the fresh moss connects the depths of the bamboo forest. The sun came out, shining the morning mist in Yu Lu, and the green pine trees were like grease after bathing.
Silence makes me quiet and speechless, and I am happy and satisfied when I realize the Tao. 4. "Quiet to cultivate one's morality, frugal to cultivate one's morality."
"If you are not indifferent, you will have no ambition. If you are not quiet, you will be far away." The Book of Commandments in the Han Dynasty: Zhuge Liang's trip as a gentleman was quiet and frugal.
Not cold, not awake, not quiet, not far away. You must be quiet before you can study.
If you don't learn, you can't be versatile, and if you don't want to learn, you can't succeed. Slow can't have vitality, and risk can't have sex.
Time goes by, meaning goes by, and then becomes withered, not meeting the world, and staying in a poor house sadly. What will happen? Interpretation: The character of a gentleman is to improve self-cultivation from tranquility and cultivate moral character from thrift. You can't be clear about your ambitions without being quiet, and you can't achieve your lofty goals without excluding external interference.
Learning must be calm and single-minded, and talent comes from learning. Therefore, if you don't study, you won't grow up, and if you don't have ambition, you won't get results.
Indulging in laziness can't cheer you up, nor can impatience and adventure cultivate your temperament. Time flies, and the will passes with the years.
In the end, most of them are out of touch with the world and are not used by society. They can only sit in the poor house sadly. How could they regret it at that time? 5. "Building a house is based on human conditions, and there are no chariots and horses. What can you do? The heart is far from being biased. "
Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming built a house on earth, but there were no chariots and horses. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say. Interpretation: Living in the world, but without the hustle and bustle of cars and horses.
Ask me why. As long as I aim high, I will naturally feel that my place is secluded. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely, Nanshan in the distance comes into view.
The smell in the mountains and the scenery in the evening are very good, and birds come back with their companions. It contains the true meaning of life. I want to identify it, but I don't know how to express it
8. Poems describing "Jing" What poems describe "Jing"
1, Zhujing is a secluded place with lush foliage, which is a Buddhist retreat.
2. The cicada in the forest is quiet, and Tonamiyama is more secluded.
3, the lack of moon hanging sparse tung, leaking people at the beginning of quiet. Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky.
4, people are idle osmanthus, and the night is quiet. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand paths.
1, Zhujing is a secluded place with lush foliage, which is a Buddhist retreat. -In the Tang Dynasty, a Buddhist retreat was often built behind the Broken Mountain Temple.
Interpretation: The path hidden by bamboo forest leads to the depths, and the flowers and trees before and after the meditation room are lush and colorful.
2. cicadas make the forest quiet, while Tonamiyama is more hidden. -The Imperial Book of the Northern and Southern Dynasties "If you enter Jesse"
Interpretation: cicadas are loud, but the Woods are particularly quiet; With the sound of birds singing, the mountains are quieter than usual.
3, the lack of moon hanging sparse tung, leaking people at the beginning of quiet. Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky. -Su Shi in Song Dynasty's "Divination Operator Huangzhou Dinghui Garden Residence"
Interpretation: the curved hook moon hangs on the sparse buttonwood; The night is very quiet, and the water in the clepsydra has dripped out. Who has ever seen a lonely man walking alone, like a lonely goose in the sky?
4, people are idle osmanthus, and the night is quiet. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. -Interpretation of Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek in the Tang Dynasty: In the spring night, there is no sound, and sweet-scented osmanthus falls gently. Castle peak and clear forest are more empty. The bright moon rose, which alarmed several perched mountain birds. The crisp song echoed in the empty mountain stream for a long time.
There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand paths. -From Jiang Xue written by Liu Zongyuan in the Tang Dynasty.
Interpretation: Mountain birds are absolutely; All the roads, no sign of anyone.