"Weichuan Tianjia" Tang Dynasty·Wang Wei
The setting sun shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alleys.
The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree.
The pheasants and wheat seedlings are beautiful, and the silkworms are dormant and the mulberry leaves are sparse.
Tian Fuhe arrived, hoeing, and talked to each other.
This envy of leisure and leisure fades away
"Feelings: There are red oranges in the south of the Yangtze River" by Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty
There are red oranges in the south of the Yangtze River, which lasts through the winter Still green forest.
Is the climate in Yiyi warm? There is always a chill in my heart.
I can recommend Jiake, but there are many obstacles.
Destiny can only be met, the cycle cannot be found.
It is just a peach and plum tree. Is there no shade in this tree?
"Spring Flowing Like a River" Tang Dynasty·Qi Wuqian
The tranquility is never cut off, and you can go here and there as you happen to.
The evening breeze blows on the boat, and the flower path enters the mouth of the stream.
At night, I turn to the west ravine and look across the mountain to the south.
The smoke from the pool is flying and melting, and the forest moon is low and backward.
When trouble occurs and spreads, I wish to be the old man holding the pole.
"Playing with the Moon in Nanzhai, Reminiscing about Shaoyin Cui's Mansion in Shanyin" Tang Dynasty·Wang Changling
When I was lying high in Nanzhai, I vomited at the beginning of the curtain.
The clear water and trees are reflected in the windows.
Slowly it becomes full and empty, and the clarity becomes the present and the past.
Beauty by the Qingjiang River, the night is getting more and more painful.
How about thousands of miles away, the breeze blows Landu.
"The Summer Pavilion Huai Xin Da" Tang Dynasty·Meng Haoran
The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.
Breathe the evening coolness, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space.
The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.
I want to play the piano, but I hate the ignorance of the music.
I feel nostalgic for my old friend, and I am tired of dreaming at night.