The breeze blows the blue sea and gives birth to Long Lin.
when the wind comes, you don't sound when you cross the line.
breezes and grass, big leaves are long and round.
the wind is born in silence, but it is light to disperse in the wild.
the rising sun hangs over the clear scenery, and the breeze is on the green strip.
the gale is rising from the north, and the howling is threatening.
flowers:
1. where petals have been shed like tears, and lonely birds have sung their grief. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")
2. The lotus leaves are infinitely blue in the next day, and the lotus flowers are different in color. (Yang Wanli's "Dawn Out of Jingci Temple to Send Lin Zifang")
3. but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken. (Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn")
4. Lotus flowers on all sides and willows on three sides, one city is full of mountains and half of red. (Liu fengqi's "ode to Daming lake")
5. the eaves of the thatch are long and clean without moss, and the flowers and trees are planted by hand. (Wang Anshi's "Mr. Shu Hu Yin's Wall")
6. Flowers are getting more and more attractive, and shallow grass can't have horseshoes. (Bai Juyi's "Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake")
7. Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers. (Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems")
8. At sunrise, the river is more red than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi's Memories of the South of the Yangtze River)
Snow:
Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the snow returns to people at night.
a little boat, a bamboo cloak, fishing alone in the cold mountains and snows.
The north wind rolled the ground and tore down the white grass, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky.
The poor people in Yimen sing snow in the air, while the rich people in Yimen all drink alcohol.
the rich and the poor are happy with the snow and sunny days, and they are willing to go out.
Month:
lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.
behind her closed casement, why is she still waiting, watching through its crystal pane the glow of the autumn moon?.
till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, to bring me my shadow and make us three.
the bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven, in an infinite haze of cloud and sea.
when will the moon come in the blue sky? I'll stop for a glass and ask.
Grass:
Alone and pitied by the secluded grass, there are orioles singing in the trees.
boundless grasses over the plain, come and go with every season.
the rain in the sky is crisp, but the grass color is near at a distance.
flowers are becoming more and more attractive, and shallow grass can lose its horseshoe.
There are weeds and flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge, and the sunset is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Lane.
Tree:
Jasper is dressed as a tree with ten thousand green silk tapestries hanging down.
is like a spring gale, come up in the night, there are thousands of dry trees and pear blossoms.
every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Parrot Island is a nest of sweet grasses.
Qian Fan on the side of the sinking boat passes by, and Wan Muchun in front of the sick tree
The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sunny and soft.
River:
how the Yellow River's waters move out of heaven, entering the ocean, never to return.
the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and it is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain.
There are nine meanders of the Yellow River and the sand in Wan Li, and the waves sweep the wind from the horizon.
the river is fast and muddy, and the soup can't be mausoleum.