The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Meng Haoran in the spring dawn
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Bai Juyi, the palace of love
Sitting in Shixi, looking for flowers around the temple.
I always smell birds. It's spring everywhere.
Waterfall Shi Jianwu
Open a green ghost and pour out a thousand springs.
If you cut a grain, the sky will hang in autumn.
Li Bai, sitting alone in Jingting Mountain.
The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered.
You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.
Du fu's quatrains
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
Pei Di Huazigang
The sun sets, the wind is loose, and the grass is exposed at home.
Cloud light invades shoes, and mountain green clothes brush people's clothes.
Li Bai, sleep in the mountain temple
The tall buildings of the temple on the mountain are really high, like a hundred feet. People upstairs are like a hand that can pick off the stars in the sky.
Standing here, I dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing the gods in the sky.