Wang Jia can be said to be a very unpopular poet in late Tang Dynasty.
These two poems are carefully tasted and have a long artistic conception. In the late spring when the warm wind blows gently, the stranger Santo smiles quietly in the sunset.
The afterglow of dusk makes the shadows of dancing trees long, insects are singing and the earth is fragrant in the wind. At this time, people are so happy and satisfied. Every household is eating and drinking in laughter, celebrating the Spring Festival, and planting the hope of a bumper harvest in their hearts. Unconsciously, it's getting late, people are full of food and drink, and they are intoxicated with sweetness in their hearts.