Tang Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good,
The scenery used to be familiar.
At sunrise, the red flowers in the river win the fire.
This river is as green as blue in spring.
Can you not remember Jiangnan?
The Willow
[Tang] He
Jasper dressed up as a tree,
Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.
I wonder who cut the thin leaves.
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
Don du fu
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.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Xijiang Moon Night Tour Huangsha Road Middle Section
Xin Qiji [Southern Song Dynasty]
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.
In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.
Xia yi
Su Song shunqin
Farewell to the hospital is in midsummer,
Pomegranate is full of curtains.
The ground is covered with shade, and it's noon.
When you dream of a warbler, shout.
Travel in the mountains
Du Mu
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Accidental achievement
Song Cheng Hao
Nothing is idle when idle, nothing is red when sleeping.
Everything is complacent when you are quiet, and you are happy when you are with people at any time.
Tao passes through the material world and thinking enters the abnormal situation.
Wealth is not slutty, poverty is not happy, and men are heroes here.
Quatrain
Du Fu
Two orioles sing green willows,
A line of egrets rose into the sky.
The window contains autumn snow in Xiling,
Mambo Wu Dong Wan Li Ship.
Return to Laoshan in winter
Tang Libai
Without washing and dyeing the dust tassels, I returned to Fang lawn.
A vine path is green, and Wan Xuefeng is sunny.
Cold leaves are exhausted first, but Leng Yun is not exhausted.
Tender feelings invade the house, and old trees fall across the river.
White dogs bark in the village and moss grows on the walls.
If you walk alone in the kitchen, the old ape will sing in the next room.
Birds nest in the forest, but hedges make way for wild animals.
Blowing out of bed, the squirrel left, and the fish was surprised.
Wash the inkstone, repair the good strategy, and knock loose the quasi-virginity.
I will go again at this time, to Sanqing.