For years, the taste of this world was as thin as gauze. Who will be the rider in Beijing?
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
My retreat in Zhongnanshan
Wang Wei
After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years.
Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation.
Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.
Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.
Jiangchengzi
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
Koike yang Wanli
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
Red autumn ear
Zhang Xian
A few stingrays, and then report to Ren Fangfei for rest. Cherish the spring and choose the residual red fold, the rain is light and the wind is strong, and the plum blossom is green. Yongfeng willow, no one is full of snow.
Don't pull strings, you can talk about it. Before the day is old, I can't get rid of my feelings. My heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot inside. After nightfall, the east window is not white, and the solitary light goes out.