Verses that combine movement and stillness:
1. Water birds that suddenly rise up, or fish that accidentally jump into the water, will disturb the beautiful shadows of the mountains and villages reflected in the water. Trembling like drunkenness.
2. The words of people picking up water chestnuts are separated by the autumn smoke, and the waves are as quiet as horizontal practice. Don’t let the scenery flow when you start. *** lingers, painting the boat smiles in the spring breeze. The mountains and rivers are beautiful, but they are no longer my land. When will the year of return come?
3. The dew invades the camel, the brown dawn is light, and the stars are particularly bright. Lonely bridges and dreams, grass and insects chirping deep in the rice fields.
4. When I go up to the river tower alone, my thoughts are vague, the moonlight is like water and the water is like the sky. Wherever the people come to look at the moon, the scenery is vaguely like last year.
5. The West Lake is beautiful for a short boat trip, with meandering green water, long embankments of fragrant grass, and faint music and songs everywhere. The glassy surface of the windless water surface was smooth, and the boat moved unnoticed, causing ripples in the waves and causing sandbirds to fly across the shore.
6. The rain is uniform, the purple chrysanthemums are colored, and the wind is making the sound of red banana leaves. To the north is the mountain and to the south is the sea, which is barely worthy of a picture.
7. The chrysanthemums on the horse's path through the mountain are beginning to turn yellow, and the trust in the horse grows wild. Thousands of valleys are filled with late music, and several peaks stand silently in the setting sun. Tangli leaves fall rouge color, buckwheat flowers bloom white and fragrant. What's the matter? I'm suddenly melancholy. The original trees on the village bridge look like my hometown.
8. Living idle with few neighbors, the grassy path leads to the deserted garden. The bird stayed in the tree beside the pond, and the monk knocked on the door under the moon. Crossing the bridge, you can see the wild colors, and you can move rocks and cloud roots. I've been away for a while and come back here, and I live up to my promise.
9. On this day last year, in this door, people’s faces and peach blossoms reflected each other’s red. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
10. It’s so quiet here that I can only hear the sound of bells and chimes.
11. The willow trees with all their fallen leaves are covered with fluffy and shiny silver bars; the evergreen pine and cypress trees in winter and summer are covered with fluffy and heavy snowballs. A gust of wind blows, the branches sway gently, the silver bars and snowballs fall rustlingly, and the jade-like snowballs flutter in the wind, reflecting the morning sun, showing colorful rainbows.
12. The flower seeds of sunflower are surrounded by several small leaves. The flower seeds are as big as sesame seeds. When the small flower seeds are ripe, they are scattered in the arms of Grandpa Earth. After being moistened by the sun and rain, they will grow and bloom into more beautiful sunflowers in the second year.
13. The sun is shining brightly, and the shadows are spread on the rocks, motionless; they are far away, coming and going, as if they are enjoying themselves with tourists.
14. Before the rain, flowers and stamens were first seen, but after the rain, there were no leaves or flowers at all. Bees and butterflies rushed over the wall one after another, but they suspected that the beauty of spring was in the neighboring house.
15. Wearing this body in the ice and snow forest is different from the peaches and plums mixed with the fragrance. Suddenly, a breeze blew up overnight, spreading the wind across the universe.
16. The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.
17. In the border town, the geese fly low in the dusk rain, and the asparagus is starting to grow. Countless bells are ringing far away from Qi, and Bai Lian should be carried to Anxi.
18. The river is raining and the grass is flowing, and the six dynasties are like birds chirping in the sky. The most ruthless willow is Taicheng Liu, still smoked ten miles away from the embankment.
19. The scenery of the North is covered with ice and snow.
20. Viewed horizontally, it looks like a ridge and a peak on the side, with different heights near and far. I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain.
21. The return journey of Xiangyun Chuyu is always sad. The sound of the river stirs up the dusk waves, the shadows of the trees leave their lingering light, and the orchid boat carries all the sorrows.
22. The sound of folding bamboo makes Xiao Meng startled, and the jackdaws make a noise of holly. There is nowhere to go outside the eaves, and there are still stars at three o'clock last night.
23. The noisy cicada forest is more quiet, and the bird singing mountain is even more secluded.
24. The water surface of a rain pond is flat, and a light polished mirror shines on the eaves. The east wind suddenly makes the weeping poplar dance, and makes the sound of thousands of lotus hearts sound.
25. Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascended to the blue sky. The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with ships thousands of miles away from Dongwu.