In April (Weng Juan), the countryside was covered with green, and it rained like smoke in the sound of Zigui.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
The four seasons are idyllic (Fan Chengda) with golden plums and fat apricots, and the flowers of wheat and cabbage are thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
Tour Shanxi Village (land tour) Don't laugh at the mud wine in the farmhouse, and raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
Autumn rain pastoral (Geng Kun). The desert is dark with heavy clouds and drizzling.
For the ancient road submerged by forest, it is all wasteland.
When these five crops are harvested, several families in the isolated village cook.
Turbulent flow all over the nursery, rotten leaves write autumn branches.
New firewood wets dusk, and old fishing moves in the morning.
Last year, chrysanthemums were in full bloom in Dongli.
Chai Lu (Wang Wei) There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
Autumn night in the mountains (Wang Wei) After the rain, the mountains are empty and stand in the autumn night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
The hibiscus flowers in Xinyiwu (Wang Wei) have red calyx in the mountains.
There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall.
It was in the countryside (Wang Wei). The picture shows the water of Qi, and there are no mountains in the east.
The sun is hidden outside the mulberry trees, and the river between the wells is clear.
The shepherd boy looked at the village, and the hound came back with people.
What's with silence? Fei Jing has a day off.
In the past, the bamboo road in the deep mountains and forests was winding for forty or fifty miles, and the dangerous road of the ox (Wang Wei) had tens of thousands of turns, and there would be three folds in a few miles.
See disciple Lin Shanyin in the circle.
Dripping rain, flowing stones.
The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain.
The four seasons are idyllic and prosperous (Fan Chengda). The blackbirds throw themselves into the forest, and there are few tourists. The smoke in the front hills goes to firewood.
The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone.
Pastoral Work in Spring (Wang Wei) Spring pigeons are singing in the house, and apricot flowers are white at the edge of the tree.
Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse.
Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar.
If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.
(Wang Wei) The clear river flows slowly through its bushes like my chariot.
I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk.
An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks.
In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace.
Brother Cui Puyang's mountain season is heavy (going to Shanxi is also good for Weimen) (Wang Wei) autumn scenery is good, and Kuangjun Pool is idle.
I know the mountain in front of the door under the leisurely Xilin.
Across thousands of miles of the sky, several peaks emerged from the clouds.
Bird-singing Creek (Wang Wei) people are idle with osmanthus flowers, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
Zhong Nanshan (Wang Wei) has a huge height close to the city of heaven, connecting Qian Shan to the corner of the sea.
The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.
The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are different.
Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?
Pastoral Works (1) (Meng Haoran) Looking at the Golden Horse Gate, singing and picking the firewood road.
Country songs have no confidants, and eventually no friends or relatives.
Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong?