The ancient poems about tranquility and far-reaching are as follows
1. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan Mountain. Unintentionally, I was negative due to this fate, and I sighed for whom will the sunset end? One green leaves the cold autumn leaves, and the spring breeze makes the pomegranate red. Not for heaven or earth, only for the sake of children. The cicada breaks out of the cocoon and flies freely, transforms and is reborn to see the blue sky.
2. The pavilion invites bamboo to move forward, and the view is further along the river. Afraid of flying, be careful and keep your wings open. The vine-headed melons are happy to see you again, and they have taken off their summer and autumn clothes. The night is dark, the rain is blowing, and the breeze is blowing. Holding a book to enlighten the common people will wake them up.
3. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay. I calmly look at the moon and forget about the world, sit quietly and listen to the gurgling water. Working hard for fame has been tiring, but my worries have long since turned into grace. I wake up in the morning to sort out the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight.
4. Tranquility and long-term success require perseverance, and the ups and downs must be maintained. It would be better to have broken jade than to make it whole, to be as quiet as a mountain pine tree, proud and speechless. The spring water sings and sings in the sky, forming a deep stream and fish pond. The song before and after should be empty and strong. Sitting on the frog and making noise in the forest will make you know the sound.
5. The house is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses. At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, there are few bean seedlings in the grass. Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have been wiped out. A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.
6. Don’t worry about the sunset on the long road, a solitary lantern is as bright as the night. Autumn has continued the yellow flowers, and the fruits have been harvested. The leaves turn white slowly in the breeze, and the milky rays drive the sun slowly and quietly.
7. A cluster of bamboo stands slenderly, and the bamboo shoots are wrapped in clothes in the cold winter. The snow covers everything in the sky, and the white snow keeps spring busy. Sighing and sorrowing are caused by the world, why not be happy and live happily. The unity of heaven and man is the will of nature, and I have realized the journey of freedom and immortality.
8. Leaves are hidden in autumn and fly early in the wind. The mountains are intoxicated by the glow of the rays of the sun, and the blue sky is filled with seventy-eight wild cranes. The green bamboos are swaying in clusters, and the branches are full of long-necked bows. As a result, there are no dreams in the world of mortals, and it is difficult to go to the west tower to say goodbye.
9. In the morning, the snow covers the blue sky, and in the evening, the clear clouds disperse the crimson color. Then you can know what will happen tomorrow, and a bright moon will bring joy to the wind. Why worry about sick eyes if they are not healed from pain? Look at the frost and see the clouds at night. It only shocks me that there are three winter months in the sky, and there are ten miles of flowers in the West Lake. Scenery and poetry are in fierce competition, and their excitement is like water surging and clouds cannot cover it.
10. However, he was too drunk and the ink was pouring out. It was half-slanted like a crowman weaving five colors of silk, and Feng Yi did not dare to pour it into the deep pool. The candle dragon returned to Huanxi, and the scenery took up half of the sky. The light is brilliant, the emerald green is floating on the ground, and the glass is dipped into amber. How can I catch the wind and pull down, and cut at will with the state's speed? He made millions of poetry pouches and distributed them to the poets in the rivers and lakes.