An ancient poem describing natural scenery, an ancient poem describing landscape scenery by Tang Hanyu, Seawater.
The sea is not wide, and there are no branches in the forest. When the wind and rain are thin, fish and birds can't be relied on.
The sea is rough, and Deng Linduo is in shock. No fish, no birds, different sizes.
There is a whale swallowing a boat in the sea, and Deng has a hanging sky. If the scales and feathers are large, it is impossible to wave them thin.
I am not covered with scales or feathers. There is more shade on the tree than in spring.
I will bid farewell to the sea, roll up fish scales and cool the pool water. I will resign from Deng Lin and brush my feathers.
The sea doesn't like wide, and Deng Lin doesn't like branches. Storms are also common, and scale fish are not suitable.
My scales have grown and my feathers have been trimmed. There is nothing to feel about the storm, and I travel like a whale.
spring
Tang jianxun
It is out of place for thousands of factions to fight for rain, and it is even more difficult to get around when spring comes late.
Forcha, far from the temple of Yu Xia, is surrounded by light seagulls.
Rizhao incense burner produces purple smoke,
The green bank gradually flattens the willow belt, and the old stream should be warm and negative.
Whose home the wind leans on, and who cares about watching the mandarin duck.
The confluence of four streams of water
Tang Li Pei's Ancient Landscape Poems
In digging mountains and rivers, because of four streams. Wandering back to Phoenix Que, meet out of Huangzhou.
In the long wave of the sky shadow, the cold sound is ancient. There is no day and night in the river, and there is humility in returning to the sea.
Throw a stone at the right thing, and you can take a boat when you meet it. The squid is not finished yet, so hang the hook in the water.
establishment and reign of a kingdom
Weng Juan
One day is cool and sunny in autumn, and countless peaks are far and near.
Wandering up the mountain to see wild water, I suddenly saw green mountains under the water.
On the river
Wang Shizhen
How about Chuwei Road in Wutou? Bai Bo is dark in misty rain and autumn.
Crossing the river in the cold wave at night, the forest is full of Yan Huang.
Wanglushan Waterfall
li po
Rizhao incense burner produces purple smoke,
Looking at the waterfall hanging in front of Sichuan.
Flying down from 3,000 feet,
It's been nine days since I suspected that the Milky Way had set.
Meng Haoran in the spring dawn
Don't learn from the dawn in spring sleep. Birds are singing everywhere around me.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Wang Wei, Bird Watching Creek
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.
Zhu wangwei
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.
Meng Haoran at night on Jiande River
When my boat was sailing in the mist, it was a classic nostalgic old song of the 1990s. When the day was getting dark, old memories began.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
Wang Wei is in the mountains.
The stream of the river has been flowing for less than a day, and white stones are exposed on the riverbed. The weather is getting colder and the red leaves on the branches are becoming scarce.
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.
Wang Wei, a mountain dweller in autumn
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.
Meng Haoran, passing by the old people's village
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.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.