Niaomingjian
Author: (Tang) Wang Wei
When people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls,
The night is quiet and the mountains are empty.
The moon is full of surprises,
In the spring stream.
Wu Xinyi. Wang Wei
The branches of the topmost hibiscus flowers are full of scarlet calyx in the mountains.
The mouth of a stream is silent, without a trace. They open and fall.
"Far away from the trees, far away from the town, the sunset is red" (causing money to go home), "Half the mountain and half the rain, from the peaks to the Baisi Waterfall" (to Commissioner Li of Zizhou), "The rivers and lakes are white at sunset, and the tides come to the sky and the day" (sending Guizhou), "The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen" (making it even worse).
clear stream
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.
Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .
A farmhouse by the Weihe River.
In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.
The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
go hunting
In the wind, the horn sounded and the general was hunting outside the borehole.
The grass is yellow in autumn, and the eagle eye is sharper; When the ice and snow melt, the horseshoe is extraordinarily brisk.
It has passed Xinfeng City in a blink of an eye and soon returned to sunny Liu Ying.
Looking back at the eagle wilderness, thousands of twilight clouds spread to the horizon.
Mulan chai
Autumn mountains gather more photos, and birds chase their predecessors.
When the color is green, there is no place to give the evening haze.
Not to mention Meng Haoran, who is also an idyllic poet.