1. What are the poems that describe the deep valley?

1. Sending Yan Shilang to Tang Dynasty Du Fu The wild excitement is hard to end, and the river towers extend to entertain the heart.

Returning to the DPRK to see off the envoys, it was a pity to arrive at the scene. A little smoke gathers in Nagisa, and a slight breeze moves the lapels.

The heavy ship rests on Asase, and the light bird stays in the shade. The threshold is steep, with a deep valley behind it, and the window is open to the lush forest.

The lights spread far and near, and the moonlight was quiet and deep. The city is crowded with visitors, and the sky is full of drunken guests.

Gratitude fades at the end of the road, and short and long chants are bitter. How many times can this meeting be held?

If you don’t work hard, your household will be closed, and you will wait for the Baihe River to sink. 2. Flowers in the Forest by Dou Chang of the Tang Dynasty The dawn in Shangyuan is heavy, and the flower branches are scattered in the shade.

The color floats close to the two palaces, and the spring enters nine gates deep. The warm wind is beginning to blow, but the remaining cold snow is still invading.

The beauty returns to the eyes of the Qin girl, and the sadness overwhelms the hearts of the people. When it goes around, it attracts butterflies, and when it passes, it attracts birds.

I would rather know that you are in the valley of the valley, and want to rely on the forest in one fell swoop. 3. The leap month determines the four o'clock. Du Zhoushi of the Tang Dynasty. The leap month is due to the lucky year, so I respect the timing.

Ti Yuan inherited the Xia Dao and promoted the calendar of Yao Zi. It is better to take it straight and return it to the rest than to be deceived again.

Jia Hui is beginning to change its rhythm, and the bucket handle is just about to leave. The Cold and Heat Skills are determined in advance, and the Spring and Autumn Qi can be pushed forward.

I pity Yougu Yu even more, he still has time to sing and leap. 4. Three Hundred and Three Poems, Hanshan, Tang Dynasty. Anyone who reads my poems must keep their hearts pure.

Things that are frugal and greedy will continue to be honest, and flattery will always be upright. Drive away bad karma and take refuge in your true nature.

Today I obtain the Buddha body, just like the law. I live in Chongyan, and there are no traces of people in the way of birds.

There is nothing in the courtyard, white clouds hug the quiet rocks. I have lived in Zifan for several years, and I have seen many changes in spring and winter.

A message to the Zhong Ding family, it is useless to make a false name. It's ridiculous that there is no trace of carriages or horses on the cold mountain road.

It is difficult to remember the song of Lianxi River, and the mountains are stacked one after another and do not know their importance. The weeping dew is like thousands of grasses, and the chanting wind is like pines.

At this time, in the lost path, the shape and shadow are asking where to go. My family likes to be secluded, and the place where I live is absolutely noisy.

Practice the grass into three paths and look at the clouds to form your four neighbors. There are birds to help sing, but no one to ask in French.

Today's Saha tree, several years is one spring. Qin Shu must be followed by oneself, what is the use of salary and position?

The chariot is accompanied by a virtuous woman, and the chariot is accompanied by filial sons. The wind blows through the wheat fields, and the water overflows into the fertile fish ponds.

I often think of the wren and rest on a branch. The brothers are from the same five counties, and the father and son are from three states.

If you want to test the gathering of flying ducks, you must enlist the White Rabbit Tour. The spirit melon is received in the dream, and the divine orange is received in the seat.

How can a country and a country be sent so far away? It is like a fish sending a stream of water. One is a book swordsman, and the other is a saintly king.

If you defend the east without reward, you will not reward the west with military force. Study literature and martial arts, study martial arts and literature.

I am old today, and the rest of my life is not worth mentioning. Zhuangzi said that at the end of the day, heaven and earth are like coffins.

When I come back here, I just need some time. The dead will feed blue flies, but the white crane will not work.

If you are hungry in Shouyang Mountain, you will live an honest life and die happily. People ask about the road to Hanshan, but the road to Hanshan is blocked.

In summer, the ice has not yet been released, and the sunrise is foggy. It seems that I am not in the same position as you.

If your heart is like mine, you will still get it. A tree born with a hundred feet is cut into long strips.

It’s a pity that the pillars and materials are left in the deep valley. Over the years, the mind has been strong, and the skin has gradually become bald as time goes by.

Those who know how to grasp the future are as good as the pillars of a stable house. Driving horses across the deserted city, the deserted city arouses the love of the guests.

There are high and low old battlements, large and small ancient tombs. The solitary shadow of the self-vibrating canopy, the sound of long-lasting arching wood.

All the complaints are common people's bones, and the immortal history is even more nameless. The parrot lives in the Western Kingdom, and Yu Luo catches it and returns it.

The beauties are busy day and night, coming in and out of the courtyard curtains. He was given a golden cage for storage, and the feathers and clothes were damaged.

It is not as good as the hong and the crane, flying into the clouds. There is a bead curtain hanging in the jade hall, and there is a lady named Chanjuan in it.

His appearance is better than that of gods, and his appearance is as gorgeous as peaches and plums. The spring mist closes in the east house, and the autumn wind blows in the west house.

Thirty years later, it has become nothing but sugar cane. The beautiful girl in the city wears beautiful jewelry.

The parrot is sitting in front of the flowers, and the pipa is playing under the moon. The long song is played in three months, and the short dance is watched by thousands of people.

It may not look like this, hibiscus is not cold-resistant. His parents had many sutras, but Tianyuan did not envy him.

The woman is shaking the machine, and the son is passing the mouth. Clap your hands to destroy the flowers and dance, and listen to the song of the birds.

Who should come to admire it? Woodcutter often passes by. The family lives under the green rock, and the courtyard is even more untouched.

New vines hang down and ancient rocks stand upright. Macaques pick mountain fruits, and egrets pick fish from ponds.

One or two volumes of fairy books, read and murmured under the tree. The four seasons are endless, and the years come and go.

All things undergo metabolism, and the nine heavens are indestructible. It is bright in the east and dark in the west, flowers fall and bloom again.

Only the guest of Huangquan will never come back. Years go by and new years change, and spring comes with new things to look for.

The mountain flowers laugh at the Lushui, and the crags dance with green smoke. Bees and butterflies are happy, but birds and fish are even more pitiful.

Peng 5. Uncle Shengmo of Ciyun sings about the orioles moving to the valley. Huang Tingjian of the Song Dynasty. Uncle Crow is quite strong, and his servant girl is often in the stream. The yellow bird carries good news, and the autumn chrysanthemum dyes the spring clothes.

Asking for friends, worrying about the same branch. Carrying the pot to stew me, Du Yufu declined.

The yellow bird is in the deep valley, keeping its feathers in order. The peaches and plums are shining in the clear breeze, and the words are self-aware.

The gentleman is hidden in the hills, and the male and female trees are visible. Introduce the child to move to the green shade, and warn each other to prevent disaster.

Li Du was killed by a knife, and Chen Zhang complained and abandoned his legacy.

It is better to listen to the yellow bird, and guests will fight for chess all day long.

6. Listening to Chongdejun Guqin Huang Tingjian, Song Dynasty In the quiet and lonely moonlit river, everyone gathered their arms and caressed the lonely tung tree. The ancient music is still there, just like the legacy of elegant songs.

A good hand is hard to come by, and a good listener is hard to come by. Just like Utanhua, it emerges from the world at once.

Forgetting both the meaning of the piano and the meaning of oneself, it seems that there is no way to play with ten fingers. The Zen mind is silent and the three abyss are quiet, and the gentle breeze in the valley corresponds to it.

Who knows that the sound of silk is not as good as that of bamboo? I have forgotten the true nature. After playing the piano, the moon is sinking over the river outside the window, and all sounds are empty. The seven strings are in tune.

7. He and Zheng Shaoyin paid homage to Zhongyue Temple in the north and visited Xiao Jushi Yueshangfang. Huangfu Ran of the Tang Dynasty went to the spiritual realm of Susi Temple to seek truth and live in seclusion. The valley is far away, and the white clouds are scattered.

In the evening festival, he adhered to the monastic rules and wrote Taoist books in his year. There were birds watching on the beach, and fish were watching on the beach.

Silence seeks the formlessness, Chunhe sees the beginning. A peak lasts for years, and all natures are full and empty.

The fence is separated by the stream, and the window is adjacent to the stream with sparse trees. Xie Gong is nostalgic for the gully. How about returning home?

8. Shui Tiao Ge Tou by Hou Zhi of the Song Dynasty The dawn fog dispersed in Qingzhu, and the autumn colors filled the Xiangshan Mountains. Wearing green shoes and a yellow hat, I am on a par with celebrities.

In the deep forest and valley, you can fly to the dangerous pavilion and look down at the world. The long roar looks towards the end of the sky, and the remaining sound reaches the clouds.

The white crane is gone, the deserted well is there, and the cold is clear. When I wake up, my hairy bones are awakened, and the floating hill invites me to return to the wind.

Wiping away the fresh moss on the cliff, I wrote about the pride in my chest and the vastness of the cave. The mountain ghosts take good care of you and have illuminated the mountains for thousands of years.

9. Poems of the Southern and Northern Dynasties River floods open channels to transport spring water. The valley is filled with ice.

A new spring emerges from the filth. Visit Chongling Tomb.

10. When I saw Sanxiang again, I left a gift to Jia Chi of the Tang Dynasty. The ancient characters on the wall have not been extinguished, and the sound is endless. The essence of Hui is like clouds, and the heart of pine trees should be able to withstand snow.

Geng Geng leaves the valley and looks at Ouyue leisurely. When the Qi woman cries for her husband, there is no such thing as a city collapse. 2. Poems about the secluded path

Qianxing Author: Zhu You The secluded path is sideways, with no path for creeping grass.

This life is full of hardships, and I am afraid of being exposed when I go out. Returning to Mengshan late to live is like Shang Yanbu.

Take advantage of the wilting flowers in spring, and let the new year bloom slowly. If you send this message to a person with a sincere heart, your beautiful face may not be the reason.

Inscribed on the landscape shoji for the cultivators of Xiaoxi, the author is: Mr. Zhang Guan Xiaoxi. Those who live in Leshan build their houses near the stream, which is quite elegant. When you open a pavilion, you can see the water but not the mountains, but you can see the scenery in the picture.

Gao Zhai's plain pen hangs in the breeze, as if he were sitting under the forest cliff. The peaks are galloping like horses, and the green trees and plain fields are facing each other.

Layers of pavilions suddenly come from the sky, and flying springs pour from the peaks. The clouds in the middle of the mountain are white and the peaks are white, and the valley is full of clouds and rocks.

There are few pedestrians on the wild bridge at sunset, and there are few people who know the flowers blooming on the quiet path. I live leisurely in Xiaoxi and have lots of free time during the day. I sit here and can't let go of this picture.

I have regained my ability to eat in my life, and I have to work on the hoe and plow in the spring. The short straw raincoat is plowing in the morning and the clouds are rising above the clouds; the long straw raincoat falls down beside the book at night.

Sometimes the gulls come back to see the gulls, and the whales suck the fermented grains of spring. Climb high or put on your clogs, why not go as far as the commune with wine.

Every time I come to the pond to learn about the birds, I still know how to treat the guests. When I was drunk, I was invited to write a long novel, but I am too old to write it.

A poem about sending Zheng Tongfu back to Yuzhang, subtitled Canglang Pool. Author: Zhang Tian. The water above Canglang Pool flows eastward every day. Covering bamboos to find secluded paths, carrying pots and taking advantage of small boats.

Assorted flowers cover both sides of the bank, and trees cover the two hills. The rising sun and golden waves are chaotic, the breeze is clear and the mist is clearing.

Coming here increases generosity, and laughter spreads all over the place. The wild old men passed each other leisurely, and the fishermen congratulated themselves.

The beautiful flowers are falling, the flowers are fragrant in the evening, and there are long sentences about happiness and joy. I forget my chance and watch the gulls. At that time, I met a celery picker to talk about the autumn in my hometown.

The green shadow invades the chess game, and the clear light shines in the wine pot. The drunkenness is deep and lingering, and the righteousness heals the preparation.

The old Confucian scholar and official are cold, but the disciples who are promoted are excellent. Time bullies short hair, frost falls and fur is secretly conquered.

The painted kites are about to leave, and the Liju horses are still singing. The willow tree lingers on the horse's head, and the sail comes out of the river.

Don’t think about following the waves of smoke, but lean against the tower. The mountains are dim and the clouds are gone, and the birds are in love with each other at dusk in the forest.

Tonight the moon shines brightly, illuminating the sky. The collection of Mid-Autumn West Lake Society is divided into rhymes with one hundred rhymes. Author: Yu Chunxi Baiyue Qinglian Society, literary stars gather in Kui from far away.

Chang Geng autumn reflects the osmanthus, and Taiyi blooms with quinoa at night. The color of the mountains is three sets of purple, and the peak shape is nine low.

A Taurus must meet a girl, and the deer is not shy. The Ming sage relies on the talented man, and the clear light appreciates Yi's wife.

Zhanying passed down Taishi, and asked Wang Ni about it. The tiger view is high and auspicious, and the bright hall is decorated with cloth.

Min and Wu Tong sent elephants, while Han and Wei forgot their hooves. Lift the cow's ear by turning back the crotch, and lift the musk deer's navel by Liu Fang.

The horse is praised in the altar, and the chicken is called out in the clouds. Scholars wear silver tubes, and friends wear hairpins with jade hairpins.

The green robe looks beautiful, and the beads and shoes are also tidy. Everyone who boarded the immortal boat climbed up the moon ladder.

When the banquet is full of rainbows, the writing becomes fascinating. Dole's poems are connected with Ying, but they are lazy and resemble Ji.

The empty mountain knows the world, and the secluded path cannot be broken. The people's words are astonishing, but the fairy has not yet transformed into a corpse.

Sparse madness hates the whites of the eyes, and Shen Yan hates the shape of the eyes. The sword box is returned to the generals, and the poem bag is taken off Xiaoxi.

The book will be burned with stone and inkstone, and the medicine will be burned with knife and inkstone. The moon palace recruits people, and Yao Tian suddenly dreams of plowing.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhang Baojing, sleeping in the mirror, uncovers the golden shield. Let the bird fly, and cut off the sun in the sky.

The sky is open and the sky is vast, and the water is crowding out the water. The first meeting was joyful, but the reunion turned miserable.

The art world chats and competes with each other, but the imperial road fears Geli. Teda Luo Zhang jade, dust next to the Zeng Qi.

If you are willing to come, you will not be in trouble. The fighting throws away the tillers, and the clouds fly away.

The situation is sarcastic and we wish to deepen our friendship. Then I attached myself to Chai Feng Ji, and I was ashamed to be the Chi Ze Salamander.

Leaving the strict household with ease, singing and boiling. The competition for inviting guests on a boat was transformed into a car carrying a mouse.

Furong is mixed with Xue Li, and Xiao Ai is mixed with red catkins. In the east, the eyebrows are colorful, and in the west, the teeth are beautiful.

The mantle pavilion comes with feather clothes, and the osmanthus boat is hidden in the fragrance. The jade pots are made of red bean curds, and the carvings are made of green deer meat.

Pull silk and lotus root juice to make delicious orange juice. There is more than enough grain in the cup, and the dagger of Chang Zhai enters the bamboo basket.

The auspicious wind blows, and the good things come and go. Shang Zhu burned the bamboo basket and handed it over, while Xi Ci broke the arrow and smashed it.

The banquets are still cut off, and the banquets are blown several times. The three great disasters are away from the Buddha, and the king is blessed with five blessings.

There is no sky for Fei Yujue, and there is room to store space. The smoke from the tea stove remains in the pond, and the fire in the kitchen shines brightly.

The wild rice is fragrant and green, and the celery is cold to the green mud. Enjoy the Yipu delicacies, and hope to pass on the art of Zhi.

The wind pierced Qiyu and the waves shattered the glass. The water plants are scattered and the clouds are green, and the reeds are cold and the rain is blowing.

The golden pond is covered with flying shades, and the embroidered roads are purple and whispy. Drunkards are shouting for pheasants, and fishermen are cleverly setting up their traps.

I can hear the white horse in the distant river, and the yellow leaves are still hanging across the leaves. The fishing market is crowded with people, and the villagers miss Bo River.

The bridge and carriages welcome the moss and the piers are filled with flowers. The knight-errant praises Yin Le, and the graceful lady collects Xiang Grate.

When the lotus dries up, I feel sad about being covered, and Yang Lao sighs that he is born. The orchid paddle leans against the golden sand, and the flower gate carries green sleeves.

Laughing at Chen Qingyu’s case, they all took pictures of the white copper tantan. The colorful candles melt into the pearls and phoenixes, and the red flowers embrace the rhinoceros.

Children peek at wild bamboos and play with pears in the garden. When it comes to more adjustments, the team is divided into teams, and the reins are half leaning on the horse.

The master still follows the rules and slanders each other when he is young and arrogant. Langge Mingzhudai, deep rocks answer drums.

You Tan stopped singing the Buddha's song, and the smoke trees suddenly cried. Turning around the clear and empty mansion, the light contains peaches and plums.

The brilliant light conceals the toad and the rabbit, and the bright light conceals the rabbit. The heavy dew sinks into Danguo, and the rope moves to embrace the red silk.

I slept in my dreams at midnight, and fell into a coma at midnight. The algae are blooming, and the front is cold and the pelicans are naked.

The mysterious pearl is thrown into the red water, and every trace of it surges up and is lifted up. Jipu is covered with frost, and the high pavilion is covered with snow.

Cranes are released in the solitary mountain, and the deer park is frightened. The elm is white and golden at dawn, and the maple is green and green {Yuyi}.

The night light is still in knots, and the flowing fire is resurrected. The slanting Han leans towards the secluded Nagisa, and the cool clouds lock the green boudoir.

Yun came to the stage as a concubine, and E'e shadowed herself in the water. They all took advantage of Luan tricks and sold Sui Ni in their spare time.

The people in Jinxin are cut apart, who can do it under the threat of the moon? The rhyme was borrowed from Wu Xian's score, and the singer composed the title.

Every family is beautiful on the east wall, remembering the Southern Qi Dynasty. The thoughts of cutting down trees are chattering, and the weaving of sweet potatoes is funny.

Yayi studied under Du Fu and was about to force Changli. Laughing is the way, knowing that heroes are not the stream.

I like the new hair blade, but it is difficult to solve the problem of wearing many thorns. If you tie a good fish and throw it into the water, you will escape and become a gnat.

I prefer to pick calamus, and I like the eclectic taste. If you don’t know the truth, you will come in with eyebrows raised, and if you have doubts, you will stay behind closed doors.

The gods are in harmony with each other, but the leaves are still in the dark. Qi and shoulder differences merge, and the poems are completed and the hands criticize each other.

If you dare to climb a dragon and flutter your wings, you will be ashamed to kill a horse and run wildly. When you are tired of wandering, you can sing about fatigue, and when you are tired, you can sing simply.

If you are a friend, you can avoid it, but God will help you. It's just haze disease, why is it so lucky?

Accumulating incense and receiving rice happily, attacking jade and collecting {stones}. There are gulls and herons in the water, and turtles and turtles in the mountains.

Returning to the forest, there are stone teeth, but the grass is luxuriant. Looking back, I compete for the upper hand with pity, and the flying god plans to ascend to the throne.

The alliance between Shaowei and Wei has been decided, and he is hiding in the west of the Great Lakes. Tongzou Shitong tells the story of the Dukes’ visit to the former site of Changchun Palace (four poems). Author: Wang Zhiduan spends his free time in writing and writing, surrounded by beautiful scenery in the suburbs.

Yuan and the other gentlemen wandered out of Chongyong. The rugged and clear stream is blocked, and the winding and secluded path leads to it.

The grass is green and the flowers are red. The wild scenery of the forest was a bit poor, so the Yuren Palace was built.

The sound of the luan and the sheng will never be heard, and the racing wheels will never come again. The foundation of the text is peeled off from the ruined site, and the curtains are shed from the corridor.

Because of the sorrow of the past, the people looked forward to hope. ¤ Zhongzhao made an appointment to visit Tiantai Yandang next year. He first presented his Xiaoyao clothes to Mr. Zhang. Author: Wang Shucheng. Fan Sheng made an appointment to go to Cuiwei, where he went to Tiantai Yandang for more than 10 days.

The crane feathers in the mountains fell into the fairy cloak, and the autumn wind gave me the free clothes. Clothes are used for leisurely travels, and songs are used to reward misty sentences.

The river sails sailed east and west yesterday, and the cave was dimly covered in smoke trees. Zhang Gong rode a donkey out of Mingbo, and the green hills burst out into a fairy house.

The secluded paths are confusing, and the cliffs are as dangerous as jade. In seven days, chaos begins, and a thousand years separate the world.

A deep orifice hanging gracefully. 3. Poems describing tranquility

All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone. ---Li Bai "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain"

Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. --- Du Fu's "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night"

The spring tide brings rain in the evening, and there is no one to cross the wild boat. ---Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream"

All sounds are silent, except for the sound of bells and chimes. ---Chang Jian's "Inscription on the Zen Temple Behind Poshan Temple"

Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared. ---Liu Zongyuan's "Snow on the River"

The cicada-noisy forest is more quiet, and the bird-singing mountain is even more secluded. ---Wang Ji's "Entering Ruoye Creek"

The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.

---Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream"

The sky is wide and the trees are low, the river is clear and the moon is close to people. ---Meng Haoran's "Staying on the Jiande River"

The bird stayed in the tree beside the pond, and the monk knocked on the door under the moon. ---Jia Dao's "Inscribed on Li Ning's Residence in Seclusion"

The setting clouds and solitary swans fly together, the autumn water and the long sky are the same color. ---Wang Bo's "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" 4. Verses describing leisure

Verses describing leisure include:

1. "Returning to Songshan" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

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, he came back and went into seclusion.

Translation:

The clear river water is surrounded by a piece of grass and trees, and driving a horse slowly and leisurely. The flowing water seems to be full of affection for me, and the birds in the evening return with me.

The desolate city is leaning against the ancient ferry, and the afterglow of the setting sun fills the golden autumn mountains. At the foot of the distant and high Songshan Mountain, I spent my old age behind closed doors and rejected the secular world.

2. "Weichuan Tianjia" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

Original text:

The setting sun shines on the countryside, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alleys.

The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree.

Pheasants and wheat seedlings are everywhere, silkworms are sleeping on mulberry leaves.

Tianfu came to hoe, and we met each other and talked to each other.

This is the time when I am envious and leisurely, and my sadness fades away.

Translation:

Everywhere in the village is covered with the afterglow of the sunset, and the cattle and sheep return one after another along the deep alleys.

The old man misses his grandson who is grazing, and his stick and stick are waiting for him at the firewood gate of his house.

The pheasants are crowing, the wheat is about to ear, the silkworms are sleeping, and the mulberry leaves are thin.

The farmers returned to the village with their hoes in hand, laughing and loving each other.

Why don’t I envy such comfort? I couldn't help but chant "The Decline" sadly.

3. Tao Yuanming of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, "Drinking·Jielu is in a human environment"

Original text:

Jielu is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses.

How can you do this? The mind is far away from itself.

Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth.

There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.

Translation:

Living in the human world, but without the hustle and bustle of cars and horses.

Ask me why I can do this. As long as you are ambitious, you will naturally feel that the place you are in is secluded.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely, the Nanshan Mountain in the distance comes into view.

The atmosphere in the mountains and the scenery in the evening are very good. There are birds flying back with their companions.

This contains the true meaning of life. I want to identify it, but I don’t know how to express it.

4. "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

Original text:

After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.

The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.

Translation:

The empty mountains were bathed in a new rain, and the falling night made people feel like it was early autumn. The bright moon sheds clear light from the gaps in the pines, and clear spring water flows on the rocks.

The noise in the bamboo forest is thought to be the return of the washer girl, and the swaying of the lotus leaves is thought to be wandering up and down the boat. The fragrance of spring may as well be allowed to fade away, but the kings and grandsons of the mountains in autumn can stay for a long time.

5. "Zhongnan Farewell" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

Original text:

He was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and in his later years he came to the southern border of the mountains. Every time I go alone when I am happy, I know my victory in vain.

Walk to a water-poor place and sit down to watch the clouds rise. Occasionally, I visited Lin Sou, chatting and laughing for a long time.

Translation:

In my middle age, I already had a good heart for Taoism. In my later years, I moved to the foot of Nanshan Mountain. When the mood strikes, I roam alone, and only I know what I enjoy.

Take a leisurely stroll to the end of the water, sit down and look up at the floating white clouds. Occasionally, I met an old man in the forest. He kept chatting and laughing and forgot about his return date.

6. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields (Part 3)" by Tao Yuanming of the Eastern Jin Dynasty

Original text:

At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, the grass is thick and the bean seedlings are sparse. I wake up in the morning to sort out the wasteland and filth, and return with a hoe in the moonlight.

The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. It's not enough to regret the stain on your clothes, but your wishes are fulfilled.

Translation:

Beans are planted in the fields at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. The result is lush grass and sparse bean seedlings. I get up early in the morning and go to the fields to weed out weeds. At dusk, I carry the hoe back under the moonlight.

The narrow path is overgrown with vegetation, and in the evening dew wets my clothes. It's not a pity that my clothes are wet, I just hope I don't violate my intention to go into seclusion. 5. Poems containing empty mountains

Mountain Dwelling in the Dark Autumn

Author Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty

After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks.

The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.

Lu Chai

Author Wang Wei Dynasty Tang Dynasty

No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but people can hear their voices.

Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.

Li Ping Konghou Yin

Author Li He Dynasty Tang Dynasty

Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed with clouds.

Jiang E cries about the sorrow of the bamboos, while Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.

The broken jade in Kunshan screams as a phoenix, and the hibiscus weeps and the fragrant orchid smiles.

Cold light melts in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor.

Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and amaze the autumn rain.

I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance.

Wu Zhi sleeplessly leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.

Wuhou Temple

Author Du Fu Tang Dynasty

The remaining temples have fallen colors and empty mountains with long vegetation.

After hearing the words, the Lord no longer lies in Nanyang.