Meng Haoran's poems include: "Spring Dawn", I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and I hear birds singing everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night makes one know how many flowers have fallen.

In addition, there are:

The sky is wide and the trees are low, and the river is clear and the moon is close to the people. ——"Su Jiande River"

The steam is rising over the Yunmengze, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City. ——"Looking at Dongting Lake and presenting it to Prime Minister Zhang"

The father plowed the fields, and the shepherd boy followed him with the hoe. ——"Tian Jia Yuan Day"

The flowers and grasses grow together, and the orioles and butterflies perform together. ——"Qingming Festival"

The trees are falling and the wild geese are crossing south, the north wind is blowing and the river is cold. ——"Feelings on the River in the Early Cold"

The water is shallow and the weir is shallow, but the weather is cold and the dream is deep. ——"Climbing Xian Mountain with the Scholars"

The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound. ——"The Summer Pavilion is full of joy"

The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, moistened with lustrous dew. ——"Feelings Under the Moon at Autumn Night"

People followed the beach to Jiangcun, and I also took a boat back to Lumen. ——"Returning to Lumen Folk Song at Night"

The trees on the horizon are like shepherd's purses, and the islands by the river are like the moon. ——"Sent to Zhang Zirong from Xian Mountain on September 9th"

White hair urges old age, and green sun urges the end of the year. ——"Returning to Nanshan at the end of the year"

I want to find fragrant grass, but I regret not meeting my old friend. ——"Farewell to Wang Wei"

In February, the water in the lake is clear, and every spring bird sings. The forest flowers are swept away, and the paths are revived by the grass. ——"Late Spring"

The pine moon is cool at night, and the wind and spring are clear. ——"The master's mountain house is waiting for Ding Da to arrive"

The wind rustled the leaves on both sides of the bank, and the moon shone on a lonely boat. ——"An old trip to Guangling on the Tonglu River"

Where to anchor the sail at dusk, the sight of the horizon will break your heart.

——"Send Du Shishi to the South of the Yangtze River"