The first is Spring Boat on Lake Ruoya.
Tang Dynasty: Don't dive.
Deliberate joy has no end, no matter what happens, I will continue. And my boat and I, before the evening breeze, skimmed the flowers and entered the lake. At dusk, I turned to the valley to the west, where I could see the southern star on the other side of the mountain. The mist rose and circled softly, and the low moon slanted through the Woods. I choose to put aside all worldly things and just be an old man with a fishing rod. ..
On the moonlit night by the river, the poet boated on the river, giving birth to infinite beauty. In the play, the poet created a beautiful, quiet and ethereal realm with the riverside, moonlit night, flower path and boat as the scenery.
In the poet's pen, the night scene is quiet but not desolate, and there is a natural beauty that cannot be carved, which attracts many people to yearn for seclusion.
Second, I saw the snow peak in Central South China.
Tang Dynasty: Zu Yong
Looking south, the northern mountain is beautiful and snowy, like a cloud. After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly.
This is a masterpiece of writing "snow" in Tang poetry.
The Yinling Mountain in Zhong Nanshan is towering into the sky, and the snow has not yet melted. With the flow of white clouds, snow seems to float to the end of the clouds. The afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on the top of the mountain, dyed the jungle red and lit up the snow. The snow is not cold, but it turns cold. Looking at the snow in the south, the cold light is shining, which makes people feel chilly.
Third, Qingxi
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
I have sailed on the river of yellow flowers and been carried by the green stream. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles. The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank. In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water. Please stay on the rock and cast the fishing line forever! .
This poem describes the beautiful scenery of a clear stream, and each sentence in the poem can be independently turned into a beautiful picture.
The stream twists and turns with the mountain, growls in the rocks, flows quietly in the pine forest, the water surface ripples, all kinds of aquatic plants float with the waves, and the old fisherman is at leisure on the boulder beside the stream. Poetry is natural and light, vivid and vivid, moistens things silently, holds things and sends feelings, and has infinite charm.