The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. -Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains
Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County. -Wang Wei's March on the Fortress
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. -Wang Wei's "Holidays in the Mountains Think of Shandong Brothers"/Memories of Jiuri Mountain East Brothers in September.
The stream of the river has been flowing for less than a day, and white stones are exposed on the riverbed. The weather is getting colder and the red leaves on the branches are becoming scarce. -Wang Wei's In the Mountains
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 -Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu/Sending Yuan Er Shi Anxi"
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. -Wang Wei's bamboo house
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. -Wang Wei's "Birds Singing Stream"
From a distance, the mountains are high and the clouds are light, and the colors are bright. When you look closer, you can only hear the sound of water, but there is no sound. -Wang Wei's paintings
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. -Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart. -Meng Haoran's "Sleeping in Jiande River"