Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Xiao sees the red and wet place, and the flowers in Jinguan City are heavy.
Spring outing in Qiantang Lake
Bai Juyi (Tang)
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake and the white sand embankment under the shadow of Populus davidiana.
Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
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.
Wang Wei. A stream where birds sing.
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
Meng Haoran's Passing the Village for the Aged
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Du fu's quatrains
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
Du fu's quatrains
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
Xie Lingyun climbed Yongjia Green Mountain.
Wrap the straw lightly and go to the secluded room at night.
The source of the trip has turned far away, and the situation is not exhausted.
It's cold and humid.
Wei Jian's water has been lost again and again, while Lin Jiong's rocks are denser.
As soon as possible, the west is called the beginning of the month, and Gu Dong suspects the sunset.
Practice late and choose dizzy, cover up the week.
It doesn't matter whether it's expensive or not. It's beautiful and auspicious.
A thoughtful person often walks frankly, but nobility is hard to beat.
What's the end of H, O? I silently give you a hug.
Jiang Xue of Liu Zongyuan
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.
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.