Seeing smoke coming out of the mountain,
Peeking at the sunset in the bamboo forest.
Birds fly to the eaves,
Clouds floated out of the window.
Zhu wangwei
Leaning alone in the dense bamboo,
I played the lute and hummed.
It's too light for anyone to hear,
Except my comrade, Mingyue.
Liu Changqing, send it to Master Che Ling.
From the temple, deep in the bamboo,
There was a deep sound of the evening bell.
When the pilgrim's hat carries the sunset,
Getting farther and farther away from Qingshan.
Du fu's quatrains
Later that day, Jiang,
Spring breeze smells of flowers and plants.
Muddy swallows,
Sleeping mandarin ducks on the warm beach.
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
Fan Song Chengda
Tilling during the day, numb at night,
The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.
Children and grandchildren have not been liberated to engage in farming and textile,
And learn to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.
Children fishing
Tanghuling
A unkempt little boy learned to bow,
Sit by the raspberry moss.
Passers-by ask and wave,
Frightened fish should not be surprised.
Sanqu daozhong
Song Du Ji
The days of plum yellow are getting brighter and brighter.
The stream dries up, but it swims in the mountains.
The shade does not reduce the road,
Add oriole four or five times.
The first day of the lunar month
Wang Anshi
Except for the one-year-old in firecrackers,
The spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.
Thousands of families have a bright future.
Always trade new peaches for old ones.
Dengfeilai peak
Wang Song Anshi
Fly to Chihiro Tower on the mountain,
It is said that the cock crows and the sun rises.
Not afraid of clouds covering your eyes,
I am at the highest peak.
Looking for flowers by the river alone
Du fu in Tang dynasty
Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers,
Thousands of flowers bent the branches.
Butterflies have been dancing,
At ease, the eagle is singing.
Cunju
Qinggaoding
Grasshoppers fly in February,
The willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early,
Dongfeng is busy, flying kites.
Li Bai, Emei Mountain Moon Song
In the autumn of the first half of Mount Emei, the Pingqiang River reflected.
In the evening, Qingxi went to the Three Gorges, but the four gentlemen did not see Yuzhou.
Go to Cen Can, the capital, to meet the messenger.
The distance from the east home is very long, and the tears are wet and the sleeves are still flowing.
I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
Li Bai, smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a spring night.
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.