1, Jiang Jing, Shui Han, full of mountains and green hills, with the back of the moon. -Huang Tingjian's "Complaints"
2, fog, a thousand miles of sunset. There are countless mountains. As red as rain. -Qin Guan's Pink Lip Taoyuan
3. Dreaming of a half-bed slanting moon, the small window wind touches the piano. -Wei Zhuang's "Qingpingle Wild Flowers and Weeds"
4, the evening primrose is full, and I am drunk in the middle of the night. -Dou Shuzhi's "Summer Night Cousin Nostalgia"
5, silent spring tears, clouds have shadows and moons are ashamed. -Wu Wenying's "Huanxisha"
The nearest flower
Song Yan Dao Ji
Dream of entering the smoky waterway in the south of the Yangtze River, traveling in the south of the Yangtze River, and never meeting the people who left.
I have nothing to say when I sleep, but I feel disappointed and dumbfounded.
If you want to make good use of this love letter, you will find that there is no evidence in the end.
However, relying on the slow string songs, I broke my heart and Qin Zhenglie.
In Yan's works, missing is a wonderful thing.
At the beginning of my thoughts, I fell asleep and traveled all over the vast road of Jiangnan. I haven't seen Iraqis, and I can't talk about the pain of disappearing. After waking up, the disappearance is even worse. Dreams are hopeless, so I can only play Zheng to tell them, but I still can't understand the pain of heartbroken.
The language of the whole poem is simple, fresh and gentle, and the artistic conception is subtle and beautiful. Using white to describe modal movements is vivid, sincere and touching, which embodies the unique style of Xiaoyan's poems.
Buddhist retreat after the broken mountain temple.
Tang changjian
On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.
A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.
Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.
All is silent here, but the bell is ringing.
Chang Jian visited the ancient temple in the morning and entered a deep and quiet world. Every poem is like a painting, giving you silent beauty.
The rising sun in Ran Ran reflects the high forest treetops. The winding backyard is secluded, and the flowers and trees in the meditation room are sparse. Birds are happy because of the beautiful mountain light, and people are disillusioned because they see the water in the pool, and their hearts are empty. At this moment, everything was silent, except the sound of ringing the bell.