Su Shi
The drizzle and oblique wind made Han Xiao. Light smoke clears the beach. The time to enter Huaihai and Luo Qing is getting longer and longer.
Snow foam and milk flowers float in the afternoon, and Artemisia annua shoots try spring vegetables. Human taste is pure happiness.
House of Bamboo
Wang Wei
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Reading music in four seasons
hot spring
spring
Mountain light blows (some versions are "photos"), water goes around the corridor, and dance returns to the spring breeze.
Good birds choose friends, and water is full.
Don't waste time, you can only study hard in life.
What is the pleasure of reading? The grass was not mowed in front of the green window.
summer
Xiuzhu pressed the eaves of mulberry trees around, and the study was quiet and bright in Zhu Hui.
Cicadas sing trees during the day and fireflies fall into the forest at night.
Mr. and Mrs. Huang, who lie high in the north window, are only interested in reading.
The pleasure of reading is endless, and the lyre cultivates the wind.
autumn
Last night, there was a noise in the leaves of the vestibule, and crickets were singing in the hedge.
I don't think there are sparse forests everywhere in business, and it's bleak and empty.
Being close to bed is short-lived, and reading is more useful.
Tao Tao, the joy of reading, the bright moon hanging high frost.
winter
When the wood falls into the water and a thousand stones (some versions are called "cliffs") dry up, I can see the real me.
Sitting on the wall facing Wei, singing snow at midnight.
I'm in a picture book with four walls.
Where can I find the pleasure of reading? Count the clubs.