-"Early Hanjiang Pregnancy"
Weir water shows the river surface, and Yunmengze is cold and mysterious.
-"On Climbing Wild Goose Mountain with Friends"
The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.
-"Nan Ting Xia Xiang Xin"
Autumn moon hangs in the sky and Guanghua is wet.
-"I am pregnant under the autumn night moon"
People walked along the shore to Jiangcun village, and I also returned to Lumen by boat.
-"Night Return to Lumen Mountain"
The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon.
-"Send Zhang Zirong to Xianshan on September 9"
Meng Haoran's poems are light and natural, and the artistic conception is muddy, which makes people feel relaxed and happy to read.
The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die.
-"On Returning to Zhongnanshan at the End of the Year"
Old friend, how sweet the roadside flowers would be if they didn't mean goodbye.
-"Leaving Wang Wei"
In February, the lake is clear and everyone sings in spring.
The flowers in the forest were swept away, but the grass was still alive.
-Late spring
The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear.
-"Stay at Ye Monk Mountain for the night, and wait for my friend Ding"
The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.
-"From a berth in Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou"
Where the sails sail at sunset, the horizon breaks people's intestines.
-"Send Du Fourteen to Jiangnan"