1. Poems about Yiye
Poems about Yiye 1. What are the poems about "Yiye Bianzhou"
About "Yiye Bianzhou" The introduction of the poem is as follows:
1. "Kuang Wu and Zi fished and cut wood on the river, living with fish and shrimps, and friends with elk, riding a small boat with a leaf, and raising bows to show their friendship." The poem comes from the "Ode to the Former Red Cliff" written by Su Shi in the Song Dynasty, which means "What's more, you and I are fishing and cutting firewood on a small islet in the river, with fish and shrimp as companions, and elk as friends. We are driving this small boat on the river, lifting the Toast each other with glasses.
2. "A small boat with a light sail is rolled up, temporarily parked on the south bank of the Chu River." This poem comes from "Mishen Yin·A small boat with a light sail rolled up" written by Liu Yong in the Song Dynasty, which means that a small boat with a small leaf and a light sail is rolled up. The light sail was unrolled and temporarily anchored on the south bank of the Chu River.
3. "There are thousands of hectares of lake light next to it, and sometimes a small boat floats, roaring proudly in the water and clouds." This poem comes from "Shui Diao Ge Tou·Bing Qi Dark Wu Chu" written by Li Guang of the Song Dynasty. Sometimes in In the vast and boundless lake, you can hold a small boat and whine contentedly there as if no one else is around. No one will care about you except the water and clouds. What a joyful life it is!
4. "Several flutes, a flat boat." This poem comes from "Merry Man·East Wind Blowing Green Grass" written by Qin Guan in the Northern Song Dynasty. It means that while riding a flat boat, several sounds came from a distance. The shepherd boy's flute.
5. "A small boat in the waves, sleeping in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River." This poem comes from Bai Bi's "Parrot Song: Fisherman" in the Yuan Dynasty, which means I fell asleep in a small boat in the waves. Yes, it's raining heavily outside.
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2. Poems about Autumn Known by a Leaf< /p>
There are many fallen leaves in the palm garden, and I am relieved to know that it is autumn. ——Tao Yuanming's "Repaying Liu Chaisang"
The swaying wu leaves send off the cold sound, and the autumn wind on the river stirs up the guest sentiment. ——Ye Shaoweng's "What I See in a Night Book"
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws are frightened again. ——Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
The trees in a foreign country have fallen leaves, and I am alone at night under the cold lamp. —— Ma Dai's "Autumn Residence in Bashang"
Under a leaf in Huainan, there are waves in Dongting. ——Xu Hun's "One of Three Early Autumn Poems"
The sound of Wuye leaves and the sound of autumn, the bit of banana and the bit of sadness, the third watch returns to the dream after the third watch. ——Xu Zaisi's "Water Fairy Night Rain"
The leaves are falling one after another and the fragrance is flowing. The night is silent and the cold sound breaks. —— Fan Zhongyan's "Autumn Nostalgia"
3. Poems about leaves
1) The lotus leaves connecting to the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. ——Yang Wanli "Walking off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at dawn"
2) Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. ——Su Shi's "Defending the Storm? March 7th"
3) I don't know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. —— He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willows"
4) The world is a big dream, how many autumns are there in life? At night, the wind leaves are already singing. ——Su Shi's "Moon over the Xijiang River? A Big Dream in the World"
5) These little officials in Caozhou County are always concerned with love, every branch and leaf. ——Zheng Xie's "Weixian County Office Painting Bamboo Presenting Nianbo Bao Dachengkuo"
6) Who thinks of the west wind and the coolness alone, the rustling yellow leaves behind closed windows, meditating on the past and the setting sun. ——Nalan Xingde's "Huanxi Sand? Who cares about the west wind cooling alone"
4. Poems about leaves
Gourd leaves, streamers and streamers from the Book of Songs of the Pre-Qin Dynasty. If you have wine, please drink it.
If there is a rabbit with a head, burn it with a cannon; if a gentleman has wine, he can offer it with his words. If you have a rabbit's head, burn it. If a gentleman has wine, drink it with your words.
If there is a rabbit with a head, it will be burned with a cannon; if a gentleman has wine, he will reward him with words. Fallen Leaves by Kong Shaoan, Sui Dynasty The fallen leaves are startling in early autumn, and they drift like the hearts of guests.
Fan Fei refused to come down, but he still said he cherished his old forest. He Du Lu Shi Titled Red Leaves by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty On the first day of October in Hanshan, the frost leaves are new for a while.
It seems to be burning but not due to fire, like a flower that does not wait for spring. There are rows of crimson tents, and red scarves are cut in disorder.
When Xie Zhanyu looked at it, there were only two people in front of the wind. Facing the red leaves while drunk Tang Bai Juyi The autumn trees stand in the wind, and people have been drinking for a long time.
The drunken appearance is like frost leaves, although they are red, they are not spring. Cold dew is seen on the leaves of the phoenix tree on a moonlit night. Tang Dai Cha On the leaves of the Xiaoshu tung tree, the white dew of the moon has just begun to appear.
The drops of bitumen are full of light, and the colors are bright and cold. The wind shakes the jade pendant, and the branches move with pity.
The air is cold and I am suspicious of the autumn evening, and the sound is faint and it is late at night. The congealed sky flows all over the place, and the moistening things are pure and suitable for viewing.
Don’t be tired of looking at the tiredness, it will be even harder to gather Xi. Title of Tong Ye by Du Mu of Tang Dynasty Last year, the tung tree fell on the old stream, and the leaf was attributed to Yan Shi.
Jianglou returns to Yan today, which is exactly when the leaves were written last year. It's a pity that the leaves have fallen and the swallows have returned, and the mysterious hair has gone to the east and has no time limit.
The laughter at the feast and singing turns into melancholy, and the bright moon and clear breeze make us see farewell. Zhuang Sou and Peng Shang were in the same dream, and Tao Qian's life experiences were left behind.
One pill and five colors are just empty words, and there is no doubt about the broken stone and loose fuel.
If you are extravagant and effortless, your writing is like a piece of brocade. Why should you be as sharp as a cone if you advance?
The God of Money makes you invincible, and the Holy Spirit of Wine makes me a commoner. The autumn light shines in the Toad Pavilion mirror by the riverside, and the green mountains in front of the threshold have lush eyebrows.
The fragrance of the bottle spreads lightly over several branches of chrysanthemums, and the shadow of the eaves slants into half of the chess game. Don't criticize officials for being clumsy in their opinions. They only pray to gods for their foolishness.
Three Wu smoke levels create thoughts, and I would rather go to the place of idleness. Fallen leaves send Chen Yu by Han Yu, Tang Dynasty. Fallen leaves never change, and their broken canes never come back.
The fluttering winds are different from each other in the end, and they are temporarily dependent on each other when they meet by chance. Quiet late night words, long and cold moonlight.
Who said that when young people say goodbye, everyone sheds tears and stains their clothes. Hearing the blowing of poplar leaves by Tang Lang Shiyuan The wonderful blowing of poplar leaves stirs up sorrow, and the horses in the wind start to hate credit.
If it is a cold moonlit night in Yanmen, all the shocking sand should be rolled up at this time. Lotus Leaf by Li Qunyu of the Tang Dynasty The root is jade in the mud, and the heart is full of dew.
Plant in Juntang and bury Ren Chunpu. Inscribed on the osmanthus leaf in front of the palace, Tang Luxun. The osmanthus tree grows in the South China Sea, and its fragrance spreads across the Chu Mountain.
See you in the sky today, I suspect it will be in the middle of the moon. Red Leaves by Tang Luoyin I am helpless by the deserted city, which is shining in the evening.
The clear fields are green with frost, and the mountains are red with cold rain. Wandering on Baling Road, the beauty Chang Xin Palace.
Waiting for the end of the year, there is endless hope. Fallen Leaves by Tang Qiji It’s also late in autumn, and I can see my neighbors outside the window.
No one in the world is shocked. I am alone in the forest. Xiao Sao Wei moon night, overlapping morning frost morning.
Yesterday it was overcast, and the orioles were singing and the trees were springing. Smell the Fallen Leaves by Tang Qiji After the snow cleared on the trees, the evening breeze rustled.
Because I miss my homeland at night, there are a few empty trees near the water. The tea is boiled and burned, and the moss turns red when stepped on.
I won’t leave here until next year, and I’ll still see green trees. Title: Fallen Leaves, Tang Dynasty Sikong Shu. The frost has threatened the leaves, and now the trees are half empty.
The hometown is different in the depression, but the scattered travelers are the same. Cold water floats on the rustling shore, and night insects crowd along the steps.
Sui Feng is enviable and gets Luoyang Palace. Fallen Leaves by Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty The old green leaves are in different directions, and the first red ones have overlapped.
The floor of the atrium was first swept, and three or two leaves were wrapped around the tree. Fallen Leaves by King Zhou of Tang Dynasty Su Lushuo is brittle, and the young girl is jealous and thin.
The wind blows on a cold day, and the leaves are dry and red. Fallen Leaves Tang Wuwu Winding around the alley, there are red streams, and depression chases the north wind.
Don’t miss the lost birds in the forest, and float on the water carrying song insects. The little stones are buried, but the branches are still growing and falling.
Bring a frosty book with you, and read leisurely among the white clouds. Red leaves by Tang Wurong The dew-stained frost-dried flakes are light, and they turn bright in the setting sun.
The harmonious smoke falls in the nine-autumn colors, and the love spreads thousands of miles along with the waves. On several nights, the shadows of birds are hidden in the moonlight, and the sound of cicadas is heard in every family.
For a moment, I didn’t feel much regret, watching the breeze cut the flowers. The leaves fall by Tang Wurong. The red shadow floats and the green shadow is faint. After saying a word, Lin Biao does not know where to go.
The colorless smoke of sorrow is still there, and the hatred has turned into crying. If you follow the water and travel thousands of miles, don't fly alone just because of the wind.
Thousands of trees in the suburbs of Chu are rustling with the sound of autumn, and at dusk they are attracting guests. Fallen Leaves Tang Xiumu The rain has passed over the idle fields, and the fallen leaves are red.
Thinking about spring, I believe there is an autumn breeze. The water flows in several places, and the dusk sky is chaotic by the river.
You should only stand on your own feet and not be the same as the king. Banana Leaves by Xu Yin of the Tang Dynasty The green and green loom of a newly-cut loom is swaying in the wind and the shadows of the sun are falling away.
Just because the Qing Emperor is traveling in spring, he is leaning against the Zhuocui flag on the east wall. Looking at the yellow leaves in Yuezhou, Tang Zhang said: "Looking at the yellow leaves with a white head, the beauty of the face is complex."
Under the empty Tangtang tree, there is no political song. Lotus leaves by Zhenggu of the Tang Dynasty The water splashing on the boat is different from green, leaning against the sill and the wind is shaking the handle with fragrance.
Thank you to the people of Huanxi for staying there despite the rain. Huatangchun by Zhang Xian of the Song Dynasty The lotus seeds in the outer tide vary in length.
Gulls fly in the green areas of Jishan Mountain. The water and sky are rippling and the painting is late.
The silhouette of the person moves in the middle. The peach leaves sing in a low voice, and the apricot red and dark clothes are light.
The small lotus barrier avoids the slanting sunlight. Get the green shade to return.
Butterfly Love Flower, Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty. In spring, a pole fills the water. Fragrant grass and geese fill the shore with green breeze.
The painted boat turns hundreds of times in Yiyu Bay. Hengtang Tower is closer to the front and farther away.
It is cold in Jiang State and it is late for farming. To the north of the village and to the south of the village, the fields are plowed all over during the Grain Rain.
Show the wheat and the mulberry leaves are cheap. Take a look and try to harvest new cocoons.
The Resentful King and Sun Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty The wind blows on the lake, and the waves are vast. Autumn is already late, and there are few reds and few fragrances. The scenery of the water, the mountains, and the intimacy with people are so wonderful.
The lotus seeds have become old lotus leaves, washed with green dew and apple blossoms. The gulls and herons sleeping in the sand do not look back, and they seem to hate that people return early.
Huanxisha Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty The leaves are green with apricots hanging down. The branches are thin and willowy.
The evening orioles sing in the deep courtyard. It's a shame that romance turns into a bad luck, and there is no news about the return date.
He holds his chin up and is speechless, his green eyebrows low. Qingpingle Song Yanshu Autumn light towards the evening.
The first banquet was held in the small pavilion. The leaves of the forest are still bright red.
After the rain, the courtyard is covered with moss. Madam Xiao persuaded me to go to Jinxi.
Yinqin sings new lyrics. Dusk goes and morning comes and we grow old, what is life if we don’t drink.
5. Ancient poems about leaves
There are too many poems about leaves! ! ! Take a few at random:
The Book of Songs Gourd Leaves
Gourd leaves with flags and flags, pick them and prosper. A gentleman has wine, so he can taste it.
If there is a rabbit with a head, it can be burned with a cannon. If a gentleman has wine, he can offer it with his words.
If there is a rabbit's head, burn it. If a gentleman has wine, drink it with your words.
If there is a rabbit with a head, it will be burned with a cannon; if a gentleman has wine, he will reward him with words.
The Book of Songs: There are bitter leaves on the stalks
There are bitter leaves on the stalks, and the benefits are profound. Deep is severe, shallow is exposed.
There are rivers and rivers flowing, and there are pheasants and pheasants singing. The rails are not wet when the economy is full, and the pheasants cry in search of their mates.
The geese are singing and the sun is rising. If a scholar returns to his wife, the ice has not yet melted.
Recruiting boats, people are involved. Whether a person is involved or not, he must be my friend.
Early Autumn Guest House Du Mu
When the wind blows a leaf, everything is startled by autumn.
I shed tears alone at night in a foreign country, and worry about the guests every year.
Where do we end up leaving? How long will it last?
Not as good as the old man from Fenxi, he is free and free.
Fallen Leaves Kong Shaoan
In early autumn, the leaves fall, falling like a guest’s heart.
Fanfei refused to come down, but he still said he cherished his old forest.
He Du Lu's "Red Leaves" by Bai Juyi
On the first day of October in Hanshan, the frost leaves are new.
It seems to be burning but not due to fire, like a flower that does not wait for spring.
Red curtains are arranged in rows, and red scarves are cut randomly.
When Xie Zhanyu looked at it, there were only two people in front of the wind.
One Leaf Falls by Bai Juyi
The heat and depression have not subsided, but the coolness has already arisen.
Cold and temperature, as well as the rise and fall, are related to the exterior and interior.
Under the autumn forest, a leaf suddenly leaves.
Don’t say it’s falling, it’s starting from now on.
Admire the red leaves while drunk Bai Juyi
The autumn trees stand in the wind, and the wine lasts for many years.
The drunken appearance is like frost leaves, although they are red, it is not spring.
Sophora japonica leaves are harvested coldly by Du Fu
Green and tall locust leaves are harvested and sent to the Chinese chef. New noodles come to the market, and they are all delicious.
If you are too mature to enter the capital, you will have no desire to add a meal. The fresh green vegetables all shine on the chopsticks, and the fragrant rice and bracts are included.
The meridian teeth are as cold as snow, so I urge people to cast this bead. I am willing to follow the gold and gold, and leave the brocade and Tusu.
The road is far away and the thought is afraid of mud, but the excitement is deep and will never change. The celery is small and the algae are bright.
In the dew-cold palace thousands of miles away, a jade pot of pure ice is opened. The king enjoys the cool night, so this taste is also needed.
On a moonlit night, cold dew can be seen on the leaves of the sycamore tree Dai Cha
On the leaves of the sycamore tree, the white dew of the moon has just begun to appear. The drops of bitumen are full of clear light, and the colors are bright and cold.
The wind shakes the jade pendant, and the branches move with pity. The air is cold and I am suspicious of the autumn evening, and the sound is faint and it is late at night.
The congealed sky flows everywhere, and the moistening things are pure and suitable for viewing. Don't be tired of looking at the approaching tiredness, it will be even harder to gather Xi.
One leaf fell, Li Cunzhen
One leaf fell, and the pearls and foil were wiped.
At this time, the scenery was desolate.
The moonlight in the painting building is cold, and the west wind blows the curtain.
Blowing the curtain, thinking about the past.
Lotus Leaf Li Qunyu
The root is jade in the mud, and the heart is full of dew.
Plant in Juntang and bury Ren Chunpu.
The banyan leaves in Liuzhou in February have all fallen off. Liu Zongyuan
The official love and thoughts are so sad, half-spring turns like autumn.
After the rain in the mountain city, all the flowers are gone, and the banyan leaves fill the courtyard with the cries of orioles.
Red Leaves Luo Yin
But beside the deserted city, the evening light shines brightly.
The clear fields are green with frost, and the mountains are red with cold rain.
Wandering on Baling Road, beauty Changxin Palace.
Waiting for the end of the year, there is endless hope.
Fallen leaves, Qi Ji
It is late in autumn, and you can see your neighbors outside the window.
No one in the world is shocked. I am alone in the forest.
Xiao Sao Wei moon night, overlapping morning frost morning.
Yesterday it was overcast, and the orioles were singing and the trees were springing.
Fallen Leaves Wang Jian
The old green is in different directions, and the first red has overlapped.
The floor of the atrium was first swept, and three or two leaves were wrapped around the tree.
Red Leaves Wu Rong
The dew-stained frost-dried flakes are light and become bright in the setting sun.
The harmonious smoke falls in the nine-autumn colors, and the love spreads thousands of miles along with the waves.
There are shadows of birds hidden in the moon for several nights, and the sound of crickets is heard in every family.
For a moment, I didn’t feel much regret, watching the breeze cut the flowers.
Looking at the yellow leaves in Yuezhou, Zhang said
Looking at the yellow leaves with a white head, the colors are complex and geometric.
Under the empty Tangtang tree, there is no political song.
Frost leaves fly thousands of miles away
The clouds hang down to the ground, the smoke from the embankment is heavy, and Yan Hong makes his first trip to the river. The dew lotus leaves, the wind and the willows are sparse, and the terraces and pavilions are still quiet. Hate pulse pulse, separation love resentment dawn. Lovesick soul dreams on a small screen. The tired guest collects his clothes, dust flies all over him, and the jade mirror shines shamefully. Infinitely quiet streets and secluded streets, chasing pleasure and seeking rewards, arriving first before others leave you behind. The young man's thoughts turned empty, and Kuang Lao came to embrace him. All the green leaves and red flowers have passed. The sound of separation was relaxed and tidy at that time. Ask about the beauty, from being haggard, to reducing the waistline, how much like a man.
6. Poems describing leaves
The branches cover each other, and the leaves communicate with each other. ——Han Yuefu's "Peacock Flies Southeast"
Flowers face each other, and leaves are equal. ——"Dong Jiaorao" by Zihou of the Han Dynasty Song Dynasty
Pu grows in my pond, and its leaves are nowhere to be seen. ——Cao Cao of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, "A Journey to the Pond"
The miserable season is over, and the orchid leaves are withering again.
——Xu Qian of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, "Thoughts on the Chamber"
The dense leaves are sparse day and night, and the jungle is as dense as a bunch. ——Zhang Xie's "Miscellaneous Poems" of the Wei and Jin Dynasties
The lotus leaves are still in the fields, and the Qi River cannot be crossed. ——Xie Tiao's "Song on the River" by Xie Tiao in the Southern and Northern Dynasties
It rains heavily in the mountains in autumn, and no one sweeps away the fallen leaves. ——Pei Di of the Tang Dynasty, "Wangchuan Collection"
The city is covered with leaves and moss, and there are so many hatreds that it is difficult to calm down. ——Lu Rubi of the Tang Dynasty, "Residence in the Jingshe on Autumn Night" The ground is cold and the leaves are gone first, but Gu Hanyun cannot. ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Returning to the Old Mountains in Winter"
The white waves in the vast expanse of water confuse the herons, and the yellow leaves in the forest send away the cicadas. ——"Jiangji" by Zheng Gu of the Tang Dynasty
The leaves are thin with floating hairs, and the flowers are sparse and plain. ——"Lilac" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The yellow leaves in my hometown are covered with moss, and the dawn corner of the city after a dream is mournful. ——Gu Kuang of the Tang Dynasty, "Listening to the Corner and Thinking of Returning"
The new-leaf bird comes down, and the withered butterfly flies away. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Bu Dongpo"
The fragrance of the forest is about to be exhausted, and the leaves and branches are no longer revived. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Walking in the Cold Rain and Looking at the Garden Trees"
The leaves are as green as eyebrows, and the oriole prefers to speak calmly. ——Yao He of the Tang Dynasty, "Poem of Willow Branches"
The swaying maple leaves and the green leaves of osmanthus are beyond reach even from thousands of miles away. ——Su Shi's "Bamboo Branch Song" of the Song Dynasty
The fallen leaves are fragrant, the night is silent, and the cold sound breaks. ——Song Dynasty Fan Zhongyan's "Royal Street Journey"
It rains on the sycamore leaves in the middle of the night, and the sound of the leaves is parting. ——"Partridge Sky" by Zhou Zizhi of the Song Dynasty
The rain has damaged the new moss and is green, and in autumn the leaves in the horizontal forest are red. ——Lu You, Song Dynasty, "Composition in the Autumn Rain"
The Book of Songs Gourd Leaves
Gourd Leaves are harvested by flags and streamers. If a gentleman has wine, he can taste it. If you have a rabbit's head, you can burn it with a cannon. If a gentleman has wine, he can offer it with his words. If you have a rabbit's head, burn it. If a gentleman has wine, drink it with your words. If there is a rabbit with a head, it will be burned with a cannon; if a gentleman has wine, he will reward him with words. The Book of Songs: There are bitter leaves on the stalks.
There are bitter leaves on the stalks, and the benefits are profound. Deep is severe, shallow is exposed. There are rivers and rivers, and there are birds and pheasants singing. The rails are not wet when the economy is full, and the pheasants cry in search of their mates. The geese are chirping, and the sun is rising. If a scholar returns to his wife, the ice has not yet melted. Recruiting boats, people are involved. Whether a person is involved or not, he must be my friend. Early Autumn Guest House Du Mu
The wind blows a leaf, and everything is startled by autumn. I shed tears alone at night in a foreign country, and worry about my guests every year. Where to leave? How long will it last? Not as good as the old man from Fenxi, he is free and free. Fallen Leaves Kong Shaoan
In early autumn, the leaves fall, falling like a guest’s heart. Fan Fei refused to come down, but he still said he cherished his old forest. He Du Lushi titled Red Leaves and Bai Juyi
On the first day of October in Hanshan, the frost leaves are new for a while. It seems to be burning but not due to fire, like a flower not waiting for spring. There are rows of crimson tents, and red scarves are cut in disorder. When Xie Zhanyu looked at it, there were only two people in front of the wind. One Leaf Falls by Bai Juyi
The heat and depression have not subsided, but the coolness has already arisen. Cold and temperature, prosperity and decline, are related to the exterior and interior. Under the Xiaoxiaoqiu forest, a leaf suddenly leaves. Don't say it's falling slightly, it's starting from now on. Facing the red leaves while drunk Bai Juyi
The autumn trees stand in the wind, and people have been drinking for a long time. The drunken appearance is like frost leaves, although they are red, they are not spring.
7. Ancient poems about leaves
Ode to Willows (He Zhizhang)
Jasper is made up to a tree height, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I wonder who cuts out the thin leaves? The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Mountain Walk (Du Mu)
Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are people living in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
Red Leaves (Gao Qi)
The forest is dyed red with frost, and the sunset shines in the dim sky. It was used to write down the resentments of autumn and flowed out of Shangyang Palace.
Dawn comes out to see Lin Zifang off from Jingci (Yang Wanli)
After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
Lingliang Marsh (Xue Tao)
The waterlilies hold green algae and float, and willow silk and leaves lie in the clear stream. When can I go to the head of the stream and pick water chestnuts and go boating?
In the Mountain (Wang Wei)
The stream is clear and white rocks emerge, and the weather is cold and the red leaves are sparse. There is no rain on the mountain road, the sky is green and people's clothes are wet.