Inscribed on Yueyang Tower by Bai Juyi
There is a lot of water under Yueyang City, and I can climb up to the dangerous tower alone by the winding gate.
When the spring shore is green, it is even close to Mengze, and when the evening waves are red, it is close to Chang'an.
It’s hard for an ape to climb a tree and cry, and it’s hard for a wild goose to fly across the lake.
This place is worthy of painting, and it is a magnificent place for nobles to see.
The envoy Wang Wei arrived at the fortress.
The bicycle wanted to ask about the border, but it belonged to the country and passed by Juyan.
Zheng Peng left the Han Dynasty, returned to Yan and entered Wu Tian.
The solitary smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river.
Whenever Xiao Guan is waiting to ride, he will always protect Yan Ran.
Wang Wei, the private slogan of Bodhi Temple
Thousands of households are sad and the wild smoke is burning. When will hundreds of officials turn to heaven again?
In the empty palace with fallen leaves of locust trees, orchestral music is played on the head of the Ningbi Pond
Returned to Songshan Mountain to compose Wang Wei's poem
The Qingchuan belt is long and thin, and the carriages and horses go leisurely.
The water flows as intended, and the birds return at dusk.
The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the setting sun fills the autumn mountains.
After a long journey, I came back and went into seclusion.
Send Wang Wei, Li Shijun of Zizhou
Ten thousand valleys have towering trees, thousands of mountains ring with cuckoos.
It rains all night in the mountains, and there are hundreds of springs under the trees.
Han women lose cloth, and Ba people sue for taro fields.
Wen Weng turned over professors and did not dare to rely on sages.
Wangchuan Residence Presented to Pei Xiu Caidi and Wang Wei
The cold mountains turn green and the autumn water flows.
Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind.
The sun is still setting over the ferry, and the lonely smoke is rising in the ruins.
After returning home, I was drunk and singing wildly in front of the five willow trees.
Qingxi Wang Wei
Words enter Huanghuachuan.
Every time I chase the green stream water.
With the mountains, there will be thousands of turns.
The journey is endless.
The noise was in the rocks.
The color is quiet and deep in the pine.
Yangyang Panlings.
The clearness reflects the reed.
My mind is already free.
Qingchuan Dan is like this.
Please leave it on the rock.
The fishing is almost over.