Ancient poetry describing the majesty of mountains and rivers

1. "Birdsong Stream" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

The people are idle, the osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.

Translation: There are few people moving, only the sweet-scented osmanthus falls silently, and the valley is quiet and empty at night in spring. The bright moon rises and shines brightly, startling the birds in the mountains, flying high and chirping in the spring stream from time to time.

2. "Staying on the Jiande River" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty

Moving the boat to Yanzhu, the guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk. The trees are low in the open sky, and the clear moon on the river is close to the people.

Translation: The boat docked at the misty islet, and at dusk new sorrows came to the guest's heart. The wilderness is endless, the sky is lower than the trees, the river is clear and the moon is close to people.

3. "Climbing the Stork Tower" by Wang Zhihuan

The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea. If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to the next level.

Translation: The sun gradually sets against the mountains, and the Yellow River flows eastward towards the sea. If you want to see thousands of miles of scenery, please go up to another high-rise building.

4. "Zhuli Pavilion" Tang Dynasty Wang Wei

Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.

Translation: I was sitting alone in the deep bamboo forest, playing the piano and singing loudly. No one knows that I am deep in the bamboo forest, with only the bright moon shining quietly.

5. "Lu Chai" Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty

No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard. Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.

Translation: The mountains are empty and quiet, no one can be seen, only the sound of people talking can be heard. The golden light of the setting sun shines directly into the deep forest and shines on the moss in the dark place.