-Song Ouyang Xiu
The cries of thousands of birds echo their own hearts, and thousands of purple flowers on the mountain are on the height of trees.
Only then did I understand that listening to the cry of the thrush locked in a golden cage is far less than singing leisurely in the forest. People are idle and sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
-Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek; Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains.
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Huanxisha
-Qing Yao scattered people
The prophet is warm in spring,
The breeze won't hit your face.
Winter is the most leisurely.
Wan Li's solitary grave is accompanied by fragrant grass,
Lonely people dream of becoming immortal.
Acacia tears, who has pity? Bodhisattva is beautiful
Wang Anshi
Several thatched cottages are facing the water leisurely, and I am walking among weeping willows in a small and narrow hat.
If the flower was the brightest last year, it was the spring breeze that blew it away. How can it not be bright red?
But tonight's new moon is lying on the top of the tree. I drank a cup of drunk wine at noon until I woke up that night.
What is most related to human feelings, thinking about it, or the two or three calls of orioles hidden deep in that bush.