"Recalling Jiangnan·Jiangnan is Good"
Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good,
The scenery is familiar to me.
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire.
When spring comes, the water on the river is as green as blue.
I can’t forget Jiangnan.
"A Journey to Peach Blossoms"
Era: Tang Author: Wang Wei
Fishing boats chase the water in love with mountains and spring, and the peach blossoms on both sides of the strait are surrounded by ancient waters.
You don’t know how far you are when you sit and look at the mangrove trees, and you don’t see anyone until you reach the Qingxi River.
Sneaking through the mountain pass begins, the mountain opens wide and you can see the flat land.
Looking at a tree with clouds in the distance, you can see thousands of scattered flowering bamboos nearby.
The woodcutter first passed on Han names, but the residents did not change their Qin clothes.
The people who live in Wulingyuan also start their fields from outside the things.
The moon is bright, the room under the pines is quiet, the sunrise is noisy in the clouds, and the chickens and dogs are noisy.
I was shocked to hear that lay guests were vying to gather together and invite them back home to ask about the city.
The sweeping flowers bloom in the alleys during the Ming Dynasty, and the fishermen and woodcutters ride in the water at dusk.
In the beginning, he went to the human world to avoid the earth, but when he became an immortal, he did not return.
Who knows that there is someone in the gorge? Looking at Kongyun Mountain in the distance.
There is no doubt that the spiritual realm is difficult to smell and see, and the earthly mind is not yet exhausted and homesick for the county.
No matter what mountains and rivers separate you from the cave, Cijia will eventually travel for a long time.
I say that after passing by, I will not be lost in the past, and I know that the peaks and valleys will change.
At that time, it was only recorded that it was deep in the mountains, and Qingxi reached Yunlin several times.
Spring is full of peach blossoms and water, and I don’t know where to find the source of fairyland.
"Nan Gezi·Sunrise in the West Mountain Rain"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
Sunrise in the West Mountain Rain, sometimes sunny or sunny. Spend the Qingming Festival deep in the chaotic mountains. There are no colorful ropes and flower panels, and the waist is thin and light. I walked through the mulberry fields all day long, with no one in sight. And write the new sentence into Qiongying. I am an idle guest in this world, traveling in this idle way.
"Reading Zen Sutras in Chen Yichao Master's School"
Era: Tang Author: Liu Zongyuan
Rinse your cold teeth in a well, and take a whisk to clear your mind.
Holding the Bayeux book leisurely, I walked out of Dongzhai to read.
The true source is unavailable, and the delusional traces are chased away by the world.
The last words are hopeless, but the nature of repair is so familiar.
The Taoist courtyard is quiet, with moss and dark bamboos.
As the sun rises, the mist and dew remain, and the green pines are as if they are bathed in ointment.
Indifferent to words, enlightened and happy heart is self-sufficient.
"Bamboo Branches"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Liu Yuxi
The sun rises three poles and the spring fog disappears,
Jiangtou Shu guests stay in Lan radial.
With a piece of paper written by a madman, I live in Wanliqiao, Chengdu.
"Bamboo Branches"
Era: Tang Author: Liu Yuxi
The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level,
I hear the singing on the Langjiang River.
The sun rises in the east and rains in the west.
There is no sunshine but there is sunshine.