[Tang] 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.
Zhuliguan
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Author of suicide note: [Tang] Jia Dao
When I asked your students under a pine tree, "my teacher," he replied, "went to pick herbs."
However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? .
In the Southern Dynasties, Liang Wang Ji's "Entering Ruoxiexi"
What's average? Empty water.
The afterglow of the sunset rises from the distant mountains, and the sun shines on the winding water.
The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual. (especially these two sentences)
This place has given me a hermit's heart. I'm tired of my official career but I'm not retired and sad.
[Tang] 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.
The Buddhist Temple after the Broken Mountain Temple Author: [Tang] Chang Jian
On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.
A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers.
Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.
A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang.
Let's just say that for the time being-I can't remember-until I remember. In fact, most poets have a moral. Not many people simply write about empty mountains. Generally, people who want to see the mountains are excluded first ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
2. What poems describe "quiet mountains"? 1. At the end of the fireworks, find a pure land, watch the prosperity fall, listen to the birds, and lean on your ears. Quiet mountain forests, open up one side of the water and soil, enjoy one side of the sky, smell one side of Lin Qing, and let him die. Find an uninhabited valley, build a wooden house, pave a bluestone path, and feel at ease with you in the morning bell and dusk drum.
2, quiet mountain forest, open one side of the water and soil, enjoy one side of the sky, smell a clean forest breath, accompany you to see the flowers bloom and fall.
At this time, the spring is bright, the spring breeze is blowing, everything is comfortable, and birds are singing in it. This is a great spring breeze. At this time, when you are in the mountains, find a quiet place, take a pot of good wine and drink it, and worship the sky and the beautiful world with wine.
Time changes with the rising sun and rain and dew. I am wandering in this long journey, trying to find the flavor. In midsummer, there are beautiful things, some are picked up and some are forgotten. Finally, they all touched every ray of light in this generation's summer. Deep blue shines in the moonlight, and the quiet mountain forest is cold in the bath. I don't know where I am or whether the world is right or wrong.
The moonlight is faint, and a deep and shallow dark green is outlined in the dense forest. The air is so silent that even the sound of insects can't be heard. Only the occasional wind passing over the grass tips cuts out subtle sounds in the forest. If there is no sound, the whole mountain forest will be deeper. It was so quiet that no one passed by.
6. I want to go for a walk in the forest alone, where it is very quiet and I can piece together my feelings. I want to be there, forget you, practice alone and sleep without you.
7. You said you like quiet, and I gave up the noisy life for you; You said that you like to be alone, and I will accompany you to live in seclusion in the mountains; You said you wanted a bright star, sorry! It's too high for me to reach!
8. Many years later, if I go to Siguniang Mountain, it will not be quiet in the forest, but just a hole in the cliff. After many years, if I go wandering, it is not for the beauty of mountains and rivers, but for you along the way.
9. Deep mountains and dense forests, the tree-lined mountain roads on both sides are covered with thick pine needles. In the afternoon, the sun emits a pungent smell of turpentine, and birds occasionally make clear calls like shadows.
10, the wind is clear and the clouds are light, with clear water and green mountains. People who cross the gorge are not born. Look at the size of heaven and earth and the complexity of trees. I can't stand it. A bird sings. Talking about the sky and talking about the land, I don't know who my confidant is.
3. Wang Wei's landscape poem "I live in seclusion in Zhongnanshan", my middle-aged heart found the way and I came to live at the foot of this mountain. Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise. Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.
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The Hanjiang River is flooding.
Three branches in the south reach Chu territory, and nine branches flow to Jingmen. The river crosses heaven and earth, where the colors of the mountains are yes and no. Human habitation seems to float on the ripples in the distant sky. These beautiful days in Xiangyang have fascinated my old mountain! .
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Living in the mountains is one thing.
The door of the hedge is closed, looking at the oblique sunlight in the evening.
Crane perches on the surrounding pine trees, and tourists are left in cold and sparse places.
The bamboo knot has added a new layer of powder, and the old lotus leaf is red and red.
Fishing boats on the ferry are shuttling little by little, and there are people coming and going everywhere.
4. What poems did Wang Wei, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, describe landscapes? What are Wang Wei's landscape poems?
1, an autumn night in the 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.
2. Chai Lu
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.
3. Over the Temple of Ji Xiang
I don't know where Ji Xiang Temple is, so I climbed several miles into the clouds and peaks.
Ancient trees are towering, but there are no pedestrian paths, and there are bells in the mountains in the temple.
The spring water in the mountains hits the dangerous rocks, and the sun in the pine forest is cold.
In the evening, come to the empty pool and meditate quietly to suppress the dragon.
4. In the mountains
The stream is clear, the sky is cold and the red leaves are thin.
There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by.
5. "Living in the mountains is the best."
The door of the hedge is closed, looking at the oblique sunlight in the evening.
Crane perches on the surrounding pine trees, and tourists are left in cold and sparse places.
The bamboo knot has added a new layer of powder, and the old lotus leaf is red and red.
Fishing boats on the ferry are shuttling little by little, and there are people coming and going everywhere.
6. A letter from my cabin in Wangchuan to Pei Di.
The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day.
At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.
Sunset set at the ferry, and midnight snack smoke floated out of the house.
Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .
7. Zhong Nanshan
Its huge height is close to the city of heaven, from the mountain to the corner of the sea.
The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.
The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are also different.
Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?
8. A farmhouse by the Weihe River
Sunset shines on the market, and cattle and sheep go home along the path.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.
Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .