(1) a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint.
(2) the wild fragrance is fragrant, but the delicate fragrance is beautiful and the shade is numerous
(3) When you look at the red and wet place, the flowers are heavy in Jinguan City.
(4) the fragrant grass is delicious and colorful
(5) the lotus leaves are infinitely blue and the lotus flowers are different in color
(6) Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest houses are green and willow-colored
(7) is like a spring gale, come up in the night and blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees
(8) Spring is late and flowers and trees are growing. Oriole birds heartily show off the singing, a beautiful country girl leisurely picking Artemisia.
(9) When the breeze comes to Mumu, it blows my clothes. The green robe is like spring grass, and the grass is long and comfortable.
(1) Budeze in Yangchun, everything is brilliant
(11) of white cloud and red cloud dawning from the sea, of spring in the wild-plum and river-willow. I watch a yellow oriole dart in the warm air, and a green water-plant reflected by the sun
(12) The cold notice is exhausted, and the spring breeze returns to the willow
(13) high in the faint moonlight, wildgeese are soaring, tartar chieftains are fleeing through the dark. -Lu Lun's
(14) Yangliuqing Jiang Shuiping, heard the singing on the Langjiang River. -Liu Yuxi's "Zhuzhi Ci"
(15) Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, the Tiema Glacier dreams. -Lu You's November 4th Storm
(16) Castle Peak can't be covered, after all, it flows east. -Xin Qiji's "Bodhisattva Man, Book Jiangxi Mouth Wall"
(17) The wind is strong and the horn is gong, and the general hunts Weicheng. -Wang Wei's "Hunting Watching"
(18) Weicheng is light in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei, "Send Yuan Ershi Anxi.
(XIX) wildfire never quite consumes them, they are tall once more in the spring wind. -Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Grass"
(2) I don't know the moon for hours, and it is called Bai Yupan. -Li Bai's "Gulangyue"
(XXI) after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening. -Wang Wei's
(22) Staying on clothes and wanting to wet apricot blossoms and rain, blowing your face with cold willows. -"Jueju" by the monk Zhinan
(XXIII) The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, of boughs and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat. (Chang Jian: "a buddhist retreat behind broken-mountain temple"
(24) There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the duck prophet in the spring water heating.
(25) The spring tide brings rain late and comes in a hurry, and no one crosses the boat in the wild. (Wei Yingwu's at chuzhou on the western stream)
(XXVI) wait till the Mountain Holiday, I am coming again in chrysanthemum time. (Meng Haoran:
(27) If you are idle, you will know the east wind, and it will always be spring. (Song? Zhu Xi's Spring Day)
(XXVIII) where petals have been shed like tears, and lonely birds have sung their grief. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope"
(29) Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. -Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
(3) from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drank alone. There was no one with me. (Li Bai: drinking Alone with the Moon.
(31) Huang Siniang's family is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low. (Du Fu: "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River".
(thirty-two) flowers are getting more and more attractive, and shallow grass can lose its horseshoe. (Bai Juyi's Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake).
(thirty-three) Four hundred and eighty temples in the southern dynasties, with many towers in the misty rain. -Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju".
(34) people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of ups and downs. -su Shi's "when is the bright moon?"
(thirty-five) when you leave the white emperor in the clouds, you will return it in a day. -Li Bai's
(36) sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
(37) There is no rain on the mountain road, and the clothes are wet. -Wang Wei's "In the Mountains"
(38) White hair floats green water, and the red palm stirs the clear waves. -Luo binwang's ode to the goose
(39) birds stay in the trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door of the moon. -Jia Dao's
titled Li Ning's Living in a secluded room (4) till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, to bring me my shadow and make us three. -Li Bai's "drinking Alone with the Moon"
(41) Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the day is shining, and the north wind blows geese and snow. -Gao Shi's "Bie Dong Da"
(42) There is nothing to do, and it seems that I have met Yan's return. -Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"
(43) In this nocturne, I heard that the willows were broken, and no one can afford to feel homesick. -Li Bai's "Smelling the Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"
(44) in the pure morning, near the old temple, where early sunlight points the tree-tops. -Chang Jian's a buddhist retreat behind broken-mountain temple