There are few people's activities, only osmanthus flowers fall silently, and the valley is silent and empty in the quiet spring at night. The bright moon rises and shines brightly, alarming the birds living in the mountains, flying high and singing in the spring stream from time to time.
Thoughts on a Quiet Night Don Li Bai so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?. I raise my head to gaze at the moon, Lowering my head, my nostalgia comes around.
the bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper, as if a layer of frost had appeared on the ground. I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my distant hometown.
at heron lodge Don Wang Zhihuan mountains cover the white sun, and oceans drain the golden river. to ascend another storey to see a thousand miles further
The sun gradually sets near the mountains, and the Yellow River flows eastward toward the sea. If you want to see the scenery a thousand miles away, you have to climb higher.
"Send a Blessed Master" Don Liu Changqing from the temple, deep in its tender bamboos, comes the low sound of an evening bell. With the bamboo hat in the setting sun, the only return to the castle peak gradually.
Chikurinji is shaded by verdant jungles, and the sound of dusk bells is heard in the distance. With a hat on your back, you are walking alone along the castle peak towards the distant in the setting sun.
"Wild Hope in Early Spring" Tang Bojiang's spring tide is white, and the mountains are long and clear. In a foreign land, the flowers and willows are reflected in the pavilion.
The river is extremely empty, with white waves rising in the spring tide, and each wave is higher than the next. The mountain peaks stand tall and straight, and in the morning, the mountains are green everywhere.
I was alone in a strange land, and I saw the pavilion shaded by red flowers and green trees on the riverside, which was a beautiful spring scenery.
"In the Mountains" Tang Wangbo's grief over the Yangtze River has stagnated, and Wan Li's thoughts will return. The situation is high and windy at night, and the mountains and mountains are flying.
The Yangtze River rolled eastward, and I only stayed out for too long. My hometown is far away from Wan Li, which makes me miss it all the time. What's more, the autumn wind has been blowing hard, and the mountains and mountains are falling and yellow and autumn leaves.
"The Wind" Don Li Qiao can shed three autumn leaves and blossom in February. Scraping the surface of the river can lift the thousands of feet waves, blowing into the bamboo can make tens of thousands of poles tilt.
it can blow off the golden leaves in autumn and push the beautiful flowers in spring. It can set off huge waves in thousands of feet when it is scraped across the river, and it can make ten thousand bamboo poles tilt when it is blown into the bamboo forest.
a night-mooring on the jiande river
Tang Meng Haoran
while my little boat moves on its mooring of mist, and daylight wanes, old memories begin.
how wide the world was, how close the trees to heaven, and how clear in the water the nearness of the moon!.
When the boat was docked in a misty continent, new worries came to the guest's mind at dusk. The wilderness is boundless and the sky is darker than a tree, and the river is clear and the moon is close to people.
"Send Guo Sicang" Don Wang Changling reflected the green water in Huaimen, and stayed with his master. However, the guests are hard to stay, only the bright moon to follow him, my miss is like the Huai river, the spring tide rolling and can not calm.
The green Huai River reflects the door of the house, and my intention to retain it is very sincere. The bright moon saw the guests off for me, but my mood was like a spring tide.
looking at the snow in the south, don Zu Yong, see how Zhongnan Mountain soars, with its white top over floating clouds. After the snow Chu Qing, the forest shoot between the sun afterglow, late time, the city of changan added a few more cold.
The northern slope of Mount Zhongnan is beautiful, with snow floating in the sky like white clouds. The forest tops are transparent by the sunshine in Chu Qing, and the city at dusk adds a chill.
Cui Jiu's Slogan and Farewell to Nanshan. Don Pei Di, though you think to return to this maze of mountains, oh, let them brim your heart with wonder!. Don't learn the Wu lingren of Tao Yuanming's pen, only in the peach garden for a few days in a hurry out of the mountains.
If you want to go back to the mountain, you should visit it no matter how deep or shallow it is. We should enjoy the beauty of the mountains and gullies. Don't imitate the Wu Lingren described by Tao Yuanming, and just swim in the Peach Blossom Garden for a while and then rush out of the mountain.
"two quatrains" one of the late days of Tang Du Fu is beautiful rivers and mountains, and the flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze. The swallows are busy building their nests in wet mud, and sleeping in pairs in warm sand. Secondly, the blue birds in the river are over white, and the blue flowers in the mountains are burning. I've seen it again this spring. When will it be the year of return?
Jiangshan is bathed in spring, so beautiful, and the spring breeze brings the fragrance of flowers and plants. Swallows are busy building nests with wet mud in their mouths, and couples of mandarin ducks are asleep in the warm sand.
The blue waters of the river set off the snow-white feathers of waterfowl, the mountains were gloomy and the red flowers set each other off, and they were about to burn. This spring is coming to an end. What year and month is the date when I will return home?
Send Twenty-two Members to the Hill on Autumn Night Don Wei Yingwu as I walk in the cool of the autumn night, thinking of you, singing my poem. I hear a mountain pine-cone fall, you also seem to be awake.
I miss you in this late autumn night, and I walk and lament what a cold and frosty day it is. I think the pine nuts are falling in the empty mountain at the moment, and the friends who live in seclusion must still be awake.
a suggestion to my friend liu Tang Bai Juyi there's a gleam of green in an old bottle, there's a stir of red in the quiet stove. With dusk, the snow is impending, what about a cup of wine ?
Light green rice wine was brewed, and a small stove was burned. It's getting late and the snow is getting stronger. Can I have a glass of warm wine at my humble abode?