Wang Wei's landscape poems are as follows:
1, an autumn night in the 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.
2. Chai Lu
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
3. "Send Yuan Ershi 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.
4. Zhulou
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
5. Over the Temple of Ji Xiang
I don't know where Ji Xiang Temple is, so I climbed several miles into the clouds and peaks.
Ancient trees are towering, but there are no pedestrian paths, and there are bells in the mountains in the temple.
The spring water in the mountains hits the dangerous rocks, and the sun in the pine forest is cold.
In the evening, come to the empty pool and meditate quietly to suppress the dragon.
6. In the mountains
The stream is clear, the sky is cold and the red leaves are thin.
There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by.
7. "Living in the mountains is the best"
The door of the hedge is closed, looking at the oblique sunlight in the evening.
Crane perches on the surrounding pine trees, and tourists are left in cold and sparse places.
The bamboo knot has added a new layer of powder, and the old lotus leaf is red and red.
Fishing boats on the ferry are shuttling little by little, and there are people coming and going everywhere.
8. A letter from my cabin in Wangchuan to Pei Di.
The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day.
At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.
Sunset set at the ferry, and midnight snack smoke floated out of the house.
Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .
9. Zhong Nanshan
Its huge height is close to the city of heaven, from the mountain to the corner of the sea.
The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.
The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are different.
Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?
10, a farmhouse by the Weihe River.
Sunset shines on the market, and cattle and sheep go home along the path.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.
Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
Meng Haoran's landscape poems are as follows:
1, "The way home"
Guests worry about the sunset, and homesickness urges each other.
Outside his mountain, it is very cold and birds come at night.
Lost in the snow, lost in the balcony.
Alas, it's so sad to sing who is the media.
2. Xunyang Watching Lushan Night Scene
After crossing thousands of miles of river, I haven't met a famous mountain yet.
When I parked my boat outside Xunyang, I saw the censer peak was unusual.
I have read Biography of Hui Yuan, and its dusty traces will always make me miss it.
Although Lindong Jingshe is near, the bell rings at dusk.
3. On Returning to Zhongnanshan at the end of the year
Don't write to the North Yard again, let me go back to the old hut in the old Nanshan.
I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.
The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die.
Full of sadness, tossing and turning, the pine forest is empty under the moon.
4. "Dunlumen Mountain"
In the morning, the boat bypassed the mountains in Xi 'an with great interest and crossed the Han River.
The waterfowl in the bar can be identified at close range, but the trees by the water can't be distinguished.
The boat came to Lumen Mountain leisurely, and the sun was shining, which made Shan Lan look pale.
The pool between the rocks is winding, and the boat often twists and turns.
I heard that Pang Degong came, but the mountain has not been returned.
The mountain stream is suitable for the growth of Ganoderma Atractylodes, and the stone bed is covered with thick moss.
The old man in Xiangyang was deeply grateful and pulled up the cable and climbed up.
The remains of the secluded world can still be found, and Su Chao's style has been far away from this world.
Accompanied by white clouds, I don't know when they drifted by, and planted osmanthus flowers with empty posture.
The fun of remembering the past is still unfinished, and the setting sun returns to the western hills.
5. "Rowing in Beixi"
Beixi is always full, and righteousness touches the place.
It's fun to follow the whirlpool. Why in the Five Lakes?
6, "Deng Lumen Mountain Nostalgia"
In the morning, the boat bypassed the mountains in Xi 'an with great interest and crossed the Han River.
The sand birds are close, but the trees are far away.
Gradually arrived at Lumeng Mountain, which was bright and green.
The pool between the rocks is winding, and the boat often twists and turns.
I heard that Pang Degong came, but the mountain has not been returned.
Jin Jian nurtures wisdom and comfort, and the stone bed lies with moss.
I feel old, but I'm climbing a rope.
The remains of the secluded world can still be found, and Su Chao's style has been far away from this world.
Accompanied by white clouds, I don't know when they drifted by, and planted osmanthus flowers with empty posture.
The fun of remembering the past is still unfinished, and the setting sun returns to the western hills.
7. "Dongting Lake Send Alcohol and Tobacco"
In autumn, the cave is wide and I want to go home.
Don't distinguish Jason Wu land, only water is * * * days.
There are no trees in the Mijiang River, and the tides are connected.
If you are late, you will sail, and if you help, you will be a huge river.