A complete collection of 6-character quatrains

My thoughts are as white as my hair, and my life is green. The empty mountains are greeted by snow, and the wild roads have no one to return to. ——Li Yu's "Kaiyuan Music"

I built a sheltered house in the south of the mountain, and returned to my first surrender under the forest. It's better to bow down for five buckets than to have a full stomach. ——Wang Wei's "Self-Adaptation"

The peach red contains the rain, and the willow green contains the spring smoke. The flowers have fallen, the children have not swept away the house, the orioles are singing, and the mountain guests are sleeping. ——Wang Wei's "Spring Sleep"

The lonely smoke is far away from the village at the foot of the mountain, and there is a single tree on the plateau on the horizon. Yi Piaoyan returned to the alley, and Mr. Wuliu was opposite the door. ——Wang Wei's "Secluded Residence"

Across from the door, there is a stream of water, and the clouds are connected to the fairy's home. Who understands the meaning of secluded people and is accustomed to looking at mountain birds and flowers. ——Li Bai's "Spring Scene"

The master of the bamboo mat sleeps, while the wild travelers climb wildly in the water pavilion. Swallows are whispering in the wind outside the curtain, and cicadas are chirping in the green trees in front of the court. ——Li Bai's "Summer Scene"

Last night the west wind suddenly turned, and I was surprised to see wild geese crossing the plain forest. The poetry is rising in silence, and the rhyme is falling in the cold frame. ——Li Bai's "Autumn Scenery"

New poems are written lazily with frozen pen, and the wine is warm in the cold furnace. Drunkly looking at the ink flowers and the white moon, I feel as if the snow has fallen on the village in front of me. ——Li Bai's "Winter Scene"

The white clouds are thousands of miles away, and the bright moon is in front of the stream and behind it. I am melancholy banished to Changsha, and the grass in the rivers and ponds is luxuriant. ——Liu Changqing's "Feelings"

The color of the grass beside the green grass pond, the sound of the apes on the Flying Ape Ridge. Travelers from thousands of miles away from the Xiangjiang River arrive, and people travel in wind or rain. ——Wang Jian's "Jiangnan"

I live in the north of Baiyun Mountain and east of the Bishui Bridge. The short hair catches the evening rain, and the long lapel falls in the autumn wind. ——Du Mu's "Mountain Travel"

The Tingyue Tower is so high and clear, and the opposite households in Nanshan are clearly visible. Last night, Heng'e appeared and her voice came from her charming smile. ——Wang Changling, "Looking at the Moon"

The water falls in the shallow stream, and the autumn mountain in the temple is misty. The color of the trees is especially full of lingering rain, and the sound of bells carries the setting sun far away. ——Zhang Zhongsu's "Autumn Zhai in the Mountain Temple"

On Jia'an, people are facing the mirror, and the lights of the isolated village are hanging with stars. Under the trees with thousands of herons, a hundred-foot dragon roars in the deep pool. ——Cen Shen's "Village Residence"

The light of the lake is soft in the misty rain, and the mountains are filled with strange colors in the sky. Recalling the water in Duanjia Bridge, I wandered around without realizing it. ——Wei Yingwu's "Misty Rain"

Hui Chong Yanyu, sitting in the Dongting of Xiaoxiang. I want to buy a small boat to go back. An old friend said it is a painting. ——Su Shi's "Hui Chong Lu Yan"

When I grow old, I see paintings in the sky, and I also travel in my dreams. Who can see the peach blossom falling? Water flows into the world. ——Su Shi's "Inscribed on Wang Jinqing's Landscape"

Walking through the windy forest and snowy path, the village of Shuiguan is still there. But the spring breeze has its feet, and it has arrived at Chaimen first. ——Zhu Xi's "The Beginning of Spring on Lead Mountain"

The mountain roads only lead to woodcutters, and half of the river villages are fishermen. Geese are falling by the Qishui River, and crows are flying in the shadow of the setting sun.

——Xu Youzhen