Landscape poetry is a school of poetry in the Tang Dynasty, and it is an idyllic school of landscape poetry inherited from Tao Yuanming in the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
Representative figures are Wang Wei, Meng Haoran, Chu Guangxi and Chang Jian in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and Wei and Liu Zongyuan in the middle Tang Dynasty.
Poetry mainly reflects rural life and depicts scenery. Among them, Wang Wei's achievements are high. He is a poet and a painter. He can apply painting to poetry. There are paintings in poetry and poems in painting. Besides Du Li, he also had a great influence on later generations.
Landscape poems:
Wang Wei is in Chai Lu.
There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice.
Go back to the depths of the forest and shine at me from the green moss.
Meng Haoran in the spring dawn
In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.
But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.
Wang Wei, Bird Watching Creek
People are idle and sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and empty.
When the moon rises and the mountain birds are startled, when the spring flows.
Zhu wangwei
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.
Meng Haoran at night on Jiande River
When my boat was sailing in the fog, the sun faded and old memories began.
How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! .
Wang Wei is in the mountains.
White stone comes out of Jingxi, and red leaves are sparse in cold days.
There is no rain on the mountain road and the air is green and wet.
Wang Wei, a mountain dweller in autumn
The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening.
Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream.
The bamboo whispers that the laundry girl returns, and the lotus leaves lie in front of the fishing boat.
My friend's prince, what does it matter if spring is over and you are still here? .
Meng Haoran, passing by the old people's village
Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm.
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.
We open your window and overlook the garden and fields, holding cups and talking about mulberry and hemp.
Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.
Drink Tao Yuanming
Building a house is in human territory, without the noise of horses and chariots.
Asking what you can do is far from self-centered.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The weather is getting better every day, and the birds are back.
This makes sense. I forgot to tell the difference.