Painting
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Looking at the mountains from afar, they are colorful, but the water is silent when up close. When spring comes, the flowers are still there, and the birds are not surprised when people come.
Autumn darkness in the mountains
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 flows over the rocks. The bamboo noises return to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.
Hanjiang River is near the river and Hanjiang River is overlooking
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Chu Sai and Xiang are connected, and Jingmen is connected to nine factions. The river flows beyond the sky and the earth, and the mountains are beautiful. In the county town of Bucheonpo, waves ripple across the sky. It's a nice windy day in Xiangyang, and I'm left drunk with the mountain man.
White Stone Beach
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Clear and shallow white stone beach with green cattails. The house lives on the east side of the water, under the bright moon.
Returned to Songshan to work
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
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, he came back and went into seclusion.
Mulan Chai
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Autumn mountains collect the remaining photos, and birds chase their former partners. The colorful greenery is clear, but the twilight sky is nowhere to be found.
Qingxi·Crossing the Qingxi Water
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
When entering Huanghuachuan, he chases the Qingxi water every time. There will be thousands of turns along the mountain, and the journey will be endless. There is a lot of noise in the rocks, but the color is quiet deep in the pines. The ripples are full of water chestnuts, and the clear water reflects the reeds. My mind is already free, and the Qingchuan River is so peaceful. Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over.
Brother Cui Puyang, Ji Zhongqian, is prosperous in the mountains
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The autumn scenery is wonderful, and Kuang Junchi is idle. Under the long 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. Saga faces Qin, 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.
Linhu Pavilion
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
A light boat welcomes guests as they come up the lake. When the pavilion is full of wine, hibiscus blooms on all sides.
Luan Jia Lai
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
In the rustling autumn rain, shallow rocks fell down. The jumping waves splashed against each other, and the egrets fell back in surprise.
欹湖
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Playing the flute at Lingjipu, seeing off her husband at dusk. Looking back on the lake, the green mountains are covered with white clouds.
I borrowed the Jiucheng Palace of King Qi to escape the summer and study there
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The emperor's son left Danfeng Que far away, and the Book of Heaven borrowed the Cuiwei Palace far away. Clouds and mist spread across the window, and mountain springs rolled into the mirror. The sound of water in the forest is noisy and laughing, and the color of the trees among the rocks hides the huts. The immortal family may not be able to win this, so why blow the sheng into the blue sky?
Gift to Pei Shidi
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The scenery is beautiful day and night, and I write new poems with you. Looking at the distant sky indifferently, I feel happy and happy. The spring breeze stirs the grass, and the orchid grows my fence. On a warm day, Tian Jia came to deliver a speech. Xinxin spring returns to Gao, and fresh water gives birth to Pi. Although the peaches and plums have not yet bloomed, their catkins and calyces are full of fragrant branches. Please repay your advice and dare to tell the general about farming season.
Hua Zigang
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
There are endless birds flying, and the mountains are covered with autumn colors. Up and down Huazigang, how melancholy I feel.