The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. Wang Wei's Frontier Ambassador
An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks. Wang Wei's "Binding Home to Songshan Mountain"
Yue Quan listened to the cool night born in the pine moon. Meng Haoran spent the night in Zen master Ye's Waiting for My Friend Ding.
A small flying shadow. Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers. Bai Pu's Jing Tian Sand Ball
Orchids grow in the front hall, breathing and waiting for the breeze. Tao Yuanming's drinking
The grass in the lonely village is far away, and the apricot flowers fly in the setting sun. A mouthful of Jiangnan Spring
You must remember the best scenery in a year, which is in the late autumn and early winter of orange and green. Su Shi's gift to Liu Jingwen
At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze. Wang Wei's "Ju Chaochuan presents Pei Xiucai's younger brother"
And the yellow leaves fall in the rain, just like the fate of the white-haired old man under the light. When my cousin Lu Lun came to spend the night.
Sunset set at the ferry, and midnight snack smoke floated out of the house. Wang Wei's "Ju Chaochuan presents Pei Xiucai's younger brother"
The spring water is greener than the sky, and tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain. Wei Zhuang's Bodhisattva Man. The second "
Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night. Liu Changqing's Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow
Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. Jia Dao's "Li Ning's Seclusion"
The sunset with a hat gradually returned to Qingshan. Liu Changqing's "Send Master Che Ling"
Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju. Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers"
Leaning against Qiao Song in the middle of the night, I felt covered with snow. Meng Jiao's Ode to Bitterness and Cold