People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
Tang Wang Wei's Pastoral in Spring
Pigeons sing on the house in spring, and apricot flowers are white on the edge of the village.
Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and hoe the spring pulse.
Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar.
If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.
Pan Shi Tang Wang Wei
The poor rock is near the spring, and there are weeping willows to brush the mirror.
If the spring breeze doesn't understand, why do the flowers fall?
Story of Spring Garden Tang
Su Yu rode lightly and wore a robe in cold spring.
Open the edge and divide the white water.
The grass turned into a chess game, and Duan Lin held up the orange.
Still holding deerskin, mugwort hides at dusk.
Wang Wei sent Yuan Wei as two ambassadors to Anxi.
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
Du Fu in the upsurge of Spring Festival travel rush
Susu tidbits are late, flying lycopene is light.
In spring, the days are long and the males are far away.
Reflection on Late Spring
Wang Wei
The new makeup is pitiful, and the sunset is rolling.
The furnace is clean and precious, and the walls are covered with jade.
Spring insects fly away, and dusk birds hide flowers.
I am more anxious at night, and the window is idle.