The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun. Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity. I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither.
The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age.
Interpretation: Sunflowers in the garden are lush, and dew rises in the morning. Spring scatters hope all over the earth, and everything shows prosperity. I am often afraid that autumn will come, the leaves will turn yellow and the grass will wither. Many rivers flow to the sea. When will they come back? If you don't work hard when you are young, you can only regret it for a lifetime when you are old.
2. Ambition-Author: Wang Ji
Looking at the dusk in Gaodong, I want to rely on it. Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling.
The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted horses and brought birds back. Care for no acquaintances, Long song pregnant with Cai Wei.
Commentary: Standing in Gaodong at night, looking into the distance, I don't know where to go. Layers of trees are stained with autumn colors, and the mountains are covered by the afterglow of the sunset. The shepherd drove the cattle home, and the hunter took many prey home. Everyone is relatively silent and doesn't know each other. I really want to live in seclusion in the mountains!
3. Early pregnancy in Hanjiang River-Author: Meng Haoran
The south is a wilderness, because leaves are falling, and the wind from the north makes the water cold. My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away.
Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon. The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset.
Interpretation: Fallen geese fly south, and the north wind blows across the river, which is very cold. My home is on the winding Xiangshui River, far away from the vast sea of clouds in Chutian. Tears of homesickness run out during the journey, watching the returning sail wander in the horizon. The wind and smoke blurred where the ferry could be, and the vast river rippled in the sunset.
4. A letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang-by Meng Haoran
The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
Interpretation: In Dongting Lake in August, the rough waves are almost equal to the shore, and it is difficult to distinguish between water and sky. Yunmeng Ozawa's steam transpiration is in vain, and the stormy waves seem to shake Yueyang City. I want to cross the lake, but I can't find the boat. I'm ashamed of the wise king in Ming Sheng's time. Sitting and watching how carefree the fishermen are, it's a pity that they can only have empty thoughts.
5. Yellow Crane Tower-Author: Cui Hao
The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower. The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years. ?
Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Parrot Island is a nest of herbs. But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
Interpretation: The immortal of the past has flown by the Yellow Crane, leaving only the empty Yellow Crane Tower here. The yellow crane left and never came back. For thousands of years, only white clouds have floated leisurely. The trees in Qingchuan Pavilion in Hanyang are clearly visible, and the Nautilus Island with lush grass is clearly visible. I don't know where my hometown is at dusk Seeing the foggy waves on the river is even more worrying!
6. Send a friend-Author: Li Bai
Green mountains are located on the north side of the city wall, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.
Interpretation: Qingshan traverses the north of the city, and white water flows through the east of the city. We will leave here and travel to Wan Li alone. Wandering clouds are the artistic conception of wanderers, while the unwilling sunset is the attachment of old friends. Now waving away, I can only hear the whining of the stray horse.
7. Autumn Ci-Author: Liu Yuxi
Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring.
There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.
Interpretation: I feel sad and lonely every autumn since ancient times, but I think autumn is better than spring. In the clear sky of Wan Li, a crane flying in the sky aroused my poetic interest in the blue sky.
8. Journey to Lushan Mountain-Author: Mei
In the early morning, the rolling Lushan Mountain, with thousands of peaks competing and beautiful, is spectacular, which just caters to my interest in natural scenery. Along the way, the mountain range in front of me is constantly changing, and a person is immersed in the winding and deep wild road, but forgets where to go.
The sun rises, the snow melts, the mountains look more silent and empty, the silly bear is slowly climbing the tree, and the deer is leisurely sipping the stream. Where is he? There are chickens outside the cloud.
Commentary: My interest in Shan Ye scenery is just what I want. Thousands of miles of mountain roads are rugged, high and low. The mountain I climbed all the way changed with the change of perspective, and I was lost in the deep path alone. In the evening, frost leaves fall, bears climb trees, the forest is quiet, and deer leisurely drink water by the stream. Where are they? There is a cock crow outside the cloud.
9. Huanxisha-Author: Su Shi
Play Qingquan Temple in Qishui, next to the temple is Lanxi, and the stream flows west.
Under the mountain, the blue buds are short immersed in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free. At dusk, the rain is whispering.
Who says there is no shortage of life, and the running water in front of the door can still move westward? Don't bemoan the passage of old age!
Commentary: In Qingquan Temple, the temple is next to Lanxi, and the stream flows westward. The newly sprouted buds at the foot of the mountain were soaked in the stream, and the sand road between the pine forests was washed spotless by the rain. It was raining lightly in the evening, and cuckoo's cry came from the pine forest. Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The stream in front of the door can still flow westward! Don't sigh how time flies when you are old!
10: 1 1 month 4, stormy-Author: Lu You
I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country.
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.
Interpretation: I am lying stiffly in the lonely and desolate countryside, not feeling sorry for my situation, but thinking about defending the border for my country. In the middle of the night, I was lying in bed and heard the sound of wind and rain. I dreamt in a daze that I rode a horse in armor and crossed the frozen river to the northern battlefield.