I. a Boat in Spring on Ruoya Lake
Tang Dynasty: Don't dive
thoughtful elation has no end, onward I bear it to whatever come.
and my boat and I, before the evening breeze, passing flowers, entering the lake.
turn at nightfall toward the western valley, where I watch the south star over the mountain.
and a mist that rises, hovering soft, and the low moon slanting through the trees.
and I choose to put away from me every worldly matter, and only to be an old man with a fishing-pole..
On a moonlit night on the riverside, the poet was boating in the Yexi River, which bred infinite beauty. During the play, the poet created a beautiful, quiet and misty realm with the scenery of riverside, moonlit night, flower road and boat.
in the poet's works, the night scene is quiet but not desolate, and there is a natural beauty that is not carved, which has attracted many people to yearn for seclusion.
Second, an autumn night message to qiu
Don Wei Yingwu
as I walk in the cool of the autumn night, thinking of you, singing my poem.
I hear a mountain pine-cone fall, you also seem to be awake.
One autumn night, Wei Yingwu was walking, and suddenly he missed his good friend Mr. Qiu. He imagined that his friend was living in the mountains, and the pine nuts fell down. You must not be asleep, my friend!
Shallow words and profound words are the characteristics of this poem. The whole poem does not attract readers with strong words, but calmly puts pen to paper, shallowly touches ink, is light and affectionate, short and profound, and its style is simple and elegant, leisurely and tranquil, giving people an endless artistic experience.
Third, Qingxi
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
I have sailed the River of Yellow Flowers, borne by the channel of a green stream.
rounding ten thousand turns through the mountains, on a journey of less than thirty miles.
rapids hum over heaped rocks, but where light grows dim in the thick pines.
the surface of an inlet sways with nut-horns, and weeds are lush along the banks.
down in my heart I have always been as pure, as this limpid water is.
please stay on the rock, and to cast a fishing-line forever!.
This poem describes the beautiful scenery of a Qingxi, and each sentence of the poem can become a beautiful picture independently.
The stream twists and turns with the mountain, roaring among the rocks, flowing quietly in the pine forest, rippling on the water surface, all kinds of aquatic plants floating with the waves, and the old fishing man is at ease on the boulder beside the stream. The poem is natural and light, vivid and vivid, moving in silence, holding things and sending feelings, and its charm is endless.
Fourth, the Jade Clan
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
her jade-white staircase is cold with dew, her silk soles are wet, she lingered there so long.
behind her closed casement, why is she still waiting, watching through its crystal pane the glow of the autumn moon?.
a woman is waiting in the middle of the night, speechless and independent, with thick dew and soaked socks, but she is still waiting. When the cold is biting, the heroine goes back to her room and puts down the curtains, but she is still staring at the autumn moon.
This poem "The Jade Clan" is full of tactfulness and lingering charm. There is no danger of screaming at the top of one's lungs, but there is profound beauty, writing difficult feelings and unspeakable secrets, which makes the poetic thoughts all over the sky full of poems, but they are elusive between words.
V. on seeing the snow-peak of zhongnan
Tang Dynasty: Zu Yong
see how Zhongnan Mountain soars, with its white top over floating clouds.
and a warm sky opening at the snow-line, while the town in the valley grows colder and colder.
This is a famous poem about "snow" in Tang poetry.
The Yinling Mountain in Zhongnanshan is towering into the clouds, and the snow has not melted. With the flow of white clouds, the snow seems to float at the end of the clouds. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the top of the mountain, dyed the jungle red and lit up the snow. Snow is not cold, but it turns cold. Looking at the snow in the south, the cold light shines, which makes people feel even more chilly.
this poem is dedicated to things and feelings, which is intended to be implicit, fresh and clear, simple and natural. Wang Shizhen called this poem the "best" work of praising snow, which was juxtaposed with Tao Qian's "No hope, clean eyes" and Wang Wei's "Quiet alley, wide courtyard".