"Bird Song Stream": People are idle and sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. This is a fresh, elegant, quiet and far-reaching spring mountain poem written by Wang Wei, a great poet in Tang Dynasty, when he traveled to the south of the Yangtze River.
In the quiet mountains, everything is silent, and osmanthus rustles along the skirts, emitting a faint fragrance. The moon has risen, and the empty valley covered by night is Yin Hui. Startled up, the perched mountain birds clearly sang and their voices echoed in the mountains.
Entering Ruoyexi: What is a general? Empty water is long. The afterglow of the sunset rises from the distant mountains, and the sun shines on the winding water. The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual. This place has given me a hermit's heart. I'm tired of my official career but I'm not retired and sad.
This is a quiet, serene, fresh and beautiful homesick poem written by Wang Ji, a poet of the Southern Dynasties, while boating in Ruoshuixi. The stream is clear and slow, the sky is high and the clouds are long. The peaks are high, the stratus clouds, the sun is shining high and the water is winding. Cicada bursts, the forest becomes more and more silent, birds sing, and the mountains feel deeper.
"Zhongshan is a thing": the flowing water silently surrounds the bamboo, and the flowers and plants in the west of the bamboo are soft in spring. Sitting on the eaves of trees all day, birds are more secluded without singing mountains.
This is a fresh, meaningful, elegant and quiet impromptu poem written by Wang Anshi, a famous politician and writer in the Northern Song Dynasty, when he lived in seclusion in Jinling and visited Zhongshan, Japan. The mountain stream gurgled and quietly surrounded the bamboo forest.
The bamboo forest is full of flowers, green grass and swaying with the wind. Under the eaves of Mao, the spring is bright, the sun sets, and it is quiet and empty.