Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Chai Lu by Wang Wei
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.
Go back to the depths of the forest and shine at me from the green moss.
Wang Wei's Acacia
Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world.
When you passed my window, did the plum blossom bloom its first cold flower? .
On Zuyong's Looking at the Snow Peak in Central South.
Looking south, the northern mountain is beautiful and snowy, like a cloud.
And the warm sky is open on the snow line, while the town in the valley is getting colder and colder.
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
At Heron Bird Villa.
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Li Shangyin's Le You Tomb
In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Liu Changqing's Playing the Piano
The lyre plays a cool tune and listens carefully, like a tumbling pine tree.
Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.
Du Fu's "Eight Arrays"
During the Three Kingdoms period, you made unparalleled achievements, and you gained a permanent reputation by invading.
Beside the changing river, it stands in stone texture, leaving him to grieve and hate Yan Fei Wu.
Bai Juyi's Grass
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire never completely devoured them. They have grown taller in the spring breeze.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
The Wandering Son by Meng Jiao
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Li Bai's Guan Shanyue
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.
The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.
This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes.
The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
Looking at the moon reminds me of a distant place in Zhang Jiuling.
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.
Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.