The beautiful poems about quiet times are as follows:
1. "Birdsong Stream"
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
People are free The sweet-scented osmanthus falls, the night is quiet and the spring sky is empty.
When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream.
Translation: In the silent valley, only the sweet-scented osmanthus is falling silently. As the night deepens, everything is silent, as if there is nothing. The bright moon rises and shines brightly, startling the mountain birds, who chirp from time to time in the spring stream.
2. "Moon on the Xijiang River: Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road"
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
The bright moon scares the magpies on the other branches, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds. ?
Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain. In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned.
Translation: The bright moonlight passed through the branches, startling the magpies on the branches, and the cool evening breeze seemed to hear the cicadas chirping in the distance. In the aroma of rice flowers, there are sounds of frogs croaking in my ears, as if they are discussing that this year is a good year for a bumper harvest.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, the stars were twinkling, and a light rain fell in front of the mountain. The small thatched house of the past is still next to the woods of Tutu Temple. When the road turns around the source of the stream, it suddenly appears in front of you.
3. "Dusk Snow in the River Sky"
Yuan Dynasty: Chen Fu
The sky is full of jade flowers, and Tingzhou is white. The shadow of the wild geese is no longer visible, and the dusk on the thousands of cliffs is like dawn.
The fisherman is so cold that he wants to return home, but he does not remember Baling Road. Sitting on a sleeping boat, it flows freely, the clouds are deep and the coop is small.
Translation: The wind blows across Tingzhou into a vast expanse of white. From a distance, it looks like the sky is sweeping waves like jade sculptures. There are no returning geese in the sky, and at dusk the mountains are as quiet as at dawn.
The fisherman felt cold and wanted to go home, but found that he could not remember his way back. At this time, the fisherman was lying freely on the boat, letting the boat drift and letting it take him back. Only a small fishing boat was faintly visible on the river with thick clouds.