"Going down Zhongnan Mountain and passing Husi Mountain, people stay and buy wine" Author: Li Bai
From the foot of Bishan Mountain at dusk, the mountain moon follows people back home. But looking at the path I came from, I saw a slight hint of green. Together with Tian's family, children's innocence blossoms.
Green bamboo enters the quiet path, and green radish touches the clothes. There is room for happy conversation and good wine. The long song sings in the pines and the wind, and the songs are all over the river and the stars are sparse.
I am drunk and you are happy again, and you are so happy that you forget your chance.
"Weichuan Tianjia" Author: Wang Wei
The slanting light illuminates the village, and the cattle and sheep return home in the back alleys. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate. The wheat seedlings are beautiful, the silkworms are sleeping, and the mulberry leaves are sparse.
Tian Fuhe arrived, hoeing, and talked to each other. This is the time of leisure and leisure, and the sigh of regret is fading
Visiting Shanxi Village·Luyou
Don't laugh at the farmers' wax wine, which is full of chickens and dolphins in the good years.
There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.
The flutes and drums follow the spring society, and the clothes and clothes are simple and ancient.
From now on, if I am allowed to take advantage of the moonlight, I will knock on the door all the time with my stick.
"A Journey to Peach Blossoms"
Author: Wang Wei
The fishing boat chases the water and loves the mountains and spring, and the peach blossoms on both sides of the strait go to Tianjin.
You don’t know how far you are when you sit and look at the mangroves, and you ignore the people when you walk along the green stream.
Sneaking through the mountain pass begins, the mountain opens wide and you can see the flat land.
Looking at a tree with clouds in the distance, you can see thousands of scattered flowering bamboos nearby.
The woodcutter first passed on Han names, but the residents did not change their Qin clothes.
The people who live in Wulingyuan also start their fields from outside the things.
The moon is bright, the room under the pines is quiet, the sunrise is noisy in the clouds, and the chickens and dogs are noisy.
I was shocked to hear that lay guests were vying to gather together and invite them back home to ask about the city.
The sweeping flowers bloom in the alleys during the Ming Dynasty, and the fishermen and woodcutters ride in the water at dusk.
In the beginning, he went to the human world to avoid the earth, but when he became an immortal, he did not return.
Who knows that there is someone in the gorge? Looking at Kongyun Mountain in the distance.
There is no doubt that the spiritual realm is difficult to smell and see, and the earthly mind is not yet exhausted and homesick for the county.
No matter what mountains and rivers separate you from the cave, Cijia will eventually travel for a long time.
I say that after passing by, I will not be lost in the past, and I know that the peaks and valleys will change.
At that time, it was only recorded that it was deep in the mountains, and the green stream meandered to Yunlin.
When spring comes, peach blossoms and water are everywhere, and I don’t know where to find the source of immortality.