"Birdsong Stream"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The people are idle, the osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.
When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream.
"Zhuli Pavilion"
Tang·Wang Wei
Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.
People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine.
"Deer and Chai"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard.
Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.
"Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring rocks flow upward.
The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.
"The Envoy to the Fortress"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The bicycle wanted to ask about the side, but the country he belonged to was passing by.
Zheng Peng left Hansai, returned to Yan and entered Hutian.
The solitary smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river.
Whenever Xiao Guan is waiting to ride, he will always protect Yan Ran.
"Pastoral Joy"
Tang·Wang Wei
The peach red contains the rain, and the willow green contains the morning smoke.
The flowers have fallen, the children have not swept away the house, the orioles are singing, and the mountain guests are still sleeping.
"Jiyu Wangchuanzhuang Zuo"
Tang·Wang Wei
The fireworks in the forest are late in the rain, and the rice is steamed and cooked.
Egrets fly in the desert paddy fields, and orioles sing in the overcast summer trees.
In the mountains, I learn to watch the hibiscus trees quietly, and under the pine tree, I fold the dew sunflower in Qingzhai.
Let the old man compete with others for a seat, but the seagull is even more suspicious of it.
"Visiting Dai Tianshan Taoist Priests but Not Meeting"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Amidst the sound of dogs barking and water, peach blossoms are thick with dew.
You can see deer when the trees are deep, but you can’t hear the bell at noon by the stream.
The wild bamboos are divided into green mist, and the flying springs are hung with green peaks.
No one knows where to go, and I am worried about leaning on two or three pine trees.
"Yellow Crane Tower Farewell to Meng Haoran in Guangling"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
"Farewell to a Friend"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Green mountains stretch across Beiguo, and white water surrounds the east city.
This place is different, and I have traveled thousands of miles alone.
The thoughts of wandering in the floating clouds, the love of old friends in the setting sun.
I waved my hand and went away, the horse roared.
"Looking at Tianmen Mountain"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastwards to this point.
The green mountains on both sides of the strait face each other, and the lone sail is coming from the sun.
"Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone.
I never get tired of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain.
"Quequatrains"
Du Fu of Tang Dynasty
Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky.
The window contains Qianqiu snow of Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu.
"Two Quatrains"
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Part One
The rivers and mountains are beautiful in Chiri, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass.
Swallows fly when the mud melts, and mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand.
Second
The blue birds in the river are more than white, and the blue flowers in the mountains are about to burn.
This spring has passed again and again, when will it be the return year?
"Spring Resentment"
Jin Changxu of the Tang Dynasty
When you beat up the oriole, don't let it sing on the branches.
When I cry, I startle my concubine in my dream, and I cannot get to western Liaoning.
"Qingming"
Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.