A poem about the truth of nature's metaphor for human beings

1. The spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan

2. The frosty leaves are red in February

3. It's raining like crisp in Tianjie

4. blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees

5. It's good to know the rainy season, when spring happens

6. Sneak into the night with the wind, and moisten things quietly

7. Pick chrysanthemums under the east fence, and relax in Nanshan. Half the river is rustling and half the river is red

1. On the third night of September, it looks like a pearl and the moon is like a bow

11. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only in this mountain

12. The lonely sail is far away and the sky is blue, but I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky

13. lu Mountain stands beside the Southern Dipper, in clouds reaching silken like a nine-panelled screen, with its shadows in a crystal lake deepening the green water, the Golden Gate opens into two mountain-ranges, a silver stream is hanging down to three stone bridges, within sight of the mighty Tripod Falls and Cliff Stack.

14. made brook and mountain green and purple, brightening everything

15. over the quiet marsh-land flies a white egret, and mango-birds are singing in the full summer trees

16. in a sharp gale from the wide sky apes are whimpering, birds are flying homeward over the clear lake and white sand

17. thin pine-shadows brush the outdoor pulpit, and grasses blow their fragrance into my little cave

18. Lonely grass grows by the stream, and there are orioles singing in the trees

19. There are wild flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge, and the sunset at the mouth of Wuyi Lane is oblique <