Author, moonlight is my escort home until sunrise, when the low sky is filled with chickens and dogs barking, and we sing the tune of wind in pine trees; .
In the distance, facing the trees covered with clouds, he leaned against a stick and thought of his son, the shepherd boy, the chicken and the dolphin in the good years. When the stars set, we ended our song.
From now on, if you ride leisurely on the moon, fishermen and farmers will give him their loads at dusk, thousands of houses will be covered with flowers and bamboo, and peach blossoms on both sides will go to Tianjin: Wang Wei.
A fisherman is drifting and enjoying the mountains in spring. Is this the way to find the hidden source? Simple clothes and ancient customs, each of them invited him home and asked him where he was born. A green river guided you into a misty forest.
Juren lives in Wulingyuan.
He found his way out of the cave again, passing through mountains and rivers, and the cattle and sheep went home along the path to another village.
When I was drunk, my friend was very happy.
This is a cave-the mouth of the cave is too narrow, so he has to climb in. Tao Ran forgot his plane, the silkworm fell asleep, and the peeled mulberry leaves.
The woodcutter told him their names in ancient Chinese. There, green vines wrapped around my clothes. On farms and gardens, it was like a world: Wang Wei.
On the side of the sun, wine chats with waves.
No one in the cave knew what was going on outside, but when I looked back, it opened up on a wide and flat road again. I saw my road and greeted them kindly. These people were all dressed in Qin Dynasty clothes. No wonder I longed for a simple life.
Looking at the brightly colored trees, he never considered the distance.
But now, spring floods and floating peaches are everywhere.
There is no doubt that I will go through the depths of the mountains and sigh that old song. Oh, I'm going back! .