Chai Lu Wang Wei
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
Pastoral poetry:
Lao Guo Ren Zhuang Meng Haoran
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.
Poetry in spring:
Xiao Chunmeng Haoran
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken?
Poetry in summer:
Koike yang Wanli
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
Autumn poems:
Liu Yuxi, an autumn poet
Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring. When a crane flies in the clear sky, it brings poetry to Bixiao.
Poetry in winter:
Jiang Xue 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.