The peach red contains the lingering rain, and the willow green carries the spring smoke.
The flowers have fallen, the children have not swept away, the orioles are singing, and the mountain guests are sleeping. ——Wang Wei's "Spring Sleep"
p>The lonely smoke is far away from the village at the foot of the mountain, and the plateau is a single tree on the horizon.
A face returns to the alley, and Mr. Wuliu is opposite the door. ——Wang Wei's "Secluded Residence"
The door Facing the water of Hexi River, the clouds are connected to the home of Yandang Immortal.
Who understands the meaning of secluded people and is used to watching the mountain birds and flowers. - Li Bai's "Spring Scene"
The tall man sleeps in the bamboo mat , Wild visitors crazily climbed up to the water pavilion.
The wind blew the birds outside the curtains, and the cicadas chirped in the green trees in front of the court. - Li Bai's "Summer Scene"
Last night the west wind suddenly turned, and I was surprised to see the wild geese. Du Pinglin.
Poetry rises in the quiet time, and the rhyme falls in the cold frame. - Li Bai's "Autumn Scenery"
New poems written with frozen pen are lazy to write, and the wine is warm in the cold furnace.
< p>Drunkenly looking at the ink flowers and the white moon, I wonder if the snow has fallen in front of the village.——Li Bai's "Winter Scene"