Visiting my old friend's village (Tang Dynasty) Meng Haoran
My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house.
Green trees border the village, while Qingshanguo slopes outside.
Open a dining room and chat over wine.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will come to see chrysanthemums.
Visiting Shanxi Village (Song Dynasty) Lu You
Moxiao’s farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.
The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way out, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright in another village.
(Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei
Wangchuan Residence Presented to Pei Xiucai Di
The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water gurgls.
Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind.
The sun is still setting over the ferry, and the lonely smoke is rising in the ruins.
On the summer day, when the father-in-law was drunk, he sang wildly in front of the five willow trees.
Birdsong Stream Wang Wei
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.
Xinyiwu Wang Wei
The hibiscus flowers at the end of the wood have red calyxes in the mountains.
There is no one in the Jianhu, and they are opening and closing one after another.
Zhuli Pavilion Wang Wei
Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.
The people in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine.
Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn Wang Wei
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.
Return to Songshan to write Wang Wei
The Qingchuan belt is long and thin, and the carriages and horses go leisurely.
The water flows as intended, and the birds return at dusk.
The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains.
After a long journey, I came back and went into seclusion.
Zhongnan Mountain Wang Wei
Taiyi is close to the capital of heaven, with mountains and seas.
The white clouds look back and merge, and the blue mist comes in to see nothing.
The peaks in the field change, and there are many valleys and clouds.
If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water.
Zhongnan Biye Wang Wei
He was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and he came to Nanshan in his later years.
Happiness comes and beauty comes alone, and victory comes in vain.
Walking to a water-poor place, sit and watch the clouds rise.
I happened to be visiting Lin Sou, and we talked and laughed for a long time.
Qingxi Wang Wei
When he enters Huanghuachuan, he chases the water of Qingxi.
There will be thousands of twists and turns along the mountain, and the journey will be endless.
The sound is noisy in the rocks, but the color is quiet deep in the pines.
The ripples of water chestnuts and water chestnuts are reflected in the clear water.
My mind is already idle, and the clear river is so peaceful.
Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over.
Weichuan Tianjia Wang Wei
The slanting light shines on the village, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alleys.
The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree.
The pheasants and wheat seedlings are beautiful, and the silkworms are dormant and the mulberry leaves are sparse.
Tian Fuhe is hoeing and standing, talking to each other.
This envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.
Spring Pastoral Wang Wei
Spring doves are chirping in the house, and apricot blossoms are white beside the trees.
I wield an ax to cut down distant poplar trees and hoe the spring veins.
Returning to Yan recognizes the old nest, and the old sees the new calendar.
When I came to the wine table, I suddenly felt helpless, and I felt melancholy as a traveler from afar.
Lu Chai Wang Wei
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.
Xinqing Wilderness Wang Wei
Xinqing Wilderness is vast. Extremely untainted.
Guomen faces the crossing. The village trees are connected to the mouth of the stream.
Outside Baishui Mingtian. After Bifeng comes out of the mountain.
There is no idle person in the farming month. The whole family is in trouble.
Huanghuachuan Wang Wei
The dangerous path has tens of thousands of twists and turns, and there will be three breaks within a few miles.
When I turn around, I see my disciples, hidden in the forest hills.
The rain is rustling on the pines and gurgling on the rocks.
Quiet words deep in the stream, roaring high on the mountain top.
Looking at the sun in Nanshan, the white dew is lingering.
The beauty of Qinggao has been purified, and the green trees are as lush as floating.
I used to be tired of being secretive, and I was relieved of worries.
Brother Cui Puyang, Ji Zhongqian, Wang Wei
The autumn scenery is wonderful, and Kuang Junchi is free.
Longing under the west forest, I know the mountain in front of my door.
Thousands of miles across, the sky is dark, with several peaks emerging from the clouds.
Sagao faces the Qin State, and Heta hides Jingguan.
The remaining rain is slanting and the sun is shining, and the birds are returning at dusk.
My old friend, Shang Er, sighs at this decadent appearance.