Poetry about elegance and tranquility

1. What poems describe the beautiful and peaceful artistic conception? Young beauty.

Five Dynasties: Li Yu

When is the moon in spring and autumn? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.

Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.

Second, the Jade Case Yuan Xi

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

Thousands of trees bloom at night in the East. It blows down and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.

Moth, snow, willow, golden thread. The laughter faded away. Look for him in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.

Three "Xijiang Moonlight Walk Huangsha Road"

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.

Four "Wuling Spring Festival Evening"

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.

Five "Huanxisha"

Song Dynasty: Yan Shu

A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset come back?

There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.

2. Regarding the poem "I like an elegant and quiet mind", what clothes are gradually getting wider, and I don't regret it? Because of Iraq, people are haggard and affectionate, but they always seem heartless. Laugh till you die. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn. The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the west Western jackdaw is shocked after birth.

It's embarrassing to meet each other on blind dates; When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick, long-lasting and infinite. If I had known this, I would have stumbled. Why not get to know each other from the beginning? If you are calm, your voice will be dull, and there is no distinction between ancient and modern. -Bai Juyi's "Night Boat Helps Qin" 2. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. -Tao Yuanming's "Building a House by Drinking in a Humanistic Environment" 3. Officer Cao said he was quiet and reclusive.

-Bai Juyi's Gift to Wu Dan 4. Unless you are indifferent, you can't be clear-headed, and you can't be far from peace. -Zhuge Liang 5, everything is doomed, why big sleep.

6, when you are sick, you have no thoughts, and you will be idle when you are old. -Bai Juyi's Living in Ramadan 7. The sky is high, the clouds are pale and the moon is white, and seagulls know the silence-Li Bai's Supplementary Record 1 for Hanyang 8. I brush my teeth with water from a cold well, while brushing my clothes and purifying my mind.

Lift the Buddhist scriptures leisurely, stroll out of Dongzhai, and recite aloud. -Liu Zongyuan's Morning Reading of Zen Sutra in Ban Chao Teachers College 9. Bodhi has no trees, but it is not a stage in the mirror. Nothing, so where did it cause the dust?

10, the stone room is quiet, and the moon shadow in the ice pool is residual. -Jia Dao's "Send a White Pavilion to Mo Gong".

I want to see more elegant, ordinary and quiet poems, the more the better. Chai Lu of Wang Wei: There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I hear a voice.

The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. Wu Xinyi by Wang Wei: The Red Calyx of Hibiscus in the Mountain.

There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall. Autumn in a Mountain Residence by Wang Wei: An empty mountain stands on an autumn night after the rain.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. Wang Wei's Birding Creek: When people are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty.

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. Wei Shui Farmer by Wang Wei: In the setting sun in the countryside, cattle and sheep go home along the path.

A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.

Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life, and the disappointed songs are fading.

Wang Jian's Tian Guxing: Men are happy, women are happy, but people don't complain. In summer, the wheat grains are rolling and the summer grain is bumper.

There is also a good harvest of cocoons in summer, and the noise of cars under the eaves is endless, and the cocoons of wild silkworms are not collected, so they can only die. There was a scene of bumper harvest, but the villagers could not enjoy the fruits of their labor, but had to pay most of the grain and silk taxes.

In the harvest year, they don't expect to spread grain and weave silk by themselves, but only hope to save the cattle in the city and hand them over to the government. Tian Jia has no food and clothing, and he will be happy if he doesn't see the county gate! Zhang Ji's Wild Old Songs: The old farmer lives in the mountains and cultivates three or four acres of Shan Ye.

Miao and Shu taxes can't be eaten, and the official warehouse is turned into soil. At the end of the year, hoe the plow and close the empty room, shouting to climb the mountain and collect acorns.

The Xijiang River is full of pearls and pearls, and the dogs in the boat grow meat. Nie Zhongyi's Wounded Family: selling new silk in February and harvesting new grain in May.

Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart. I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle.

Not according to the banquet at the front, but according to the escape room. Wei's "Housekeeper": A light rain blooms new flowers, and thunder rises.

Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began. Ding Zhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge.

When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi. Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy.

There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet. Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.

Du Xunhe's Widow in the Mountain: My husband clung to Mao Peng because of the soldier, and all my linen clothes were burned. Mulberry and zhe waste taxes, and the countryside is still seeking seedlings.

When picking wild vegetables and roots for cooking, spin raw wood and burn leaves. If you are in a deep mountain, you should also avoid the levy.

Wei Shui Farmer by Wang Wei: In the setting sun in the countryside, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.

Looking for wheat seedlings to embroider, the silkworm fell asleep and the mulberry leaves were peeled. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.

No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! . Wang Wei's Pastoral in Spring: In the house, spring pigeons are singing and apricot blossoms are white beside the trees.

Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar.

If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far. Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village: Prepare chicken rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. Du Fu's "The Year of Yan Xing": There are many clouds in the north wind, and in the snow in Xiaoxiang Dongting.

The fisherman's net is cold, and he doesn't shoot geese and sing sangbow. Last year, there was a shortage of rice in the army. This year, rice is cheap and hurts farmers.

High-tech officials hate wine and meat, and this generation is empty. Chu people value fish more than birds, so they should not kill Nan in vain.

It is said that men and women are everywhere, and cutting kindness and forbearance is also a matter of renting a house. In the past, money was used to catch private castings, but now lead, tin and bronze are used.

Carved clay is the easiest thing to get, and likes and dislikes can't be concealed by looks. When will the sadness of this song end?

Wen Tingyun's "Burning Songs": Get up and look at Nanshan, and the mountain will burn the mountain. The reddish dusk went out and the short flame was reconnected.

The difference rocks of Lingqing wall in Ran Ran. Low with the return air, as far as the eaves are red.

Neighbors can talk, but want to die. Say Chu is more vulgar, burn her for Zaotian.

Bean seedlings and insects promote it, and flowers on the fence make a house. Abandon the stack and return to the column, and the square chicken pecks the millet.

The spring rain is fine in the New Year, and immortals are everywhere. People with money are divining and knocking on the tile forest.

Bud divined on the mountain and returned to jujube. Blow the fire to the cogongrass, and the waist sickle reflects the vine.

Wind drives mistletoe smoke, and mistletoe trees connect Pingshan. Stars fell from the sky and flying embers fell on the steps.

Groaning and sneering on her back, mother crow cursed the rich age. Who knows, lush, official tax.

Fan Chengda's Miscellaneous Notes on Four Seasons (I): Plums are golden and apricots are fat, and wheat and white cauliflower are sparse. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Glory (II): Children in the village go out during the day and take care of their own affairs. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

4. Quiet and Beautiful Poetry (1) Tao Yuanming's Drinking (5)

Building a house is in human territory, without the noise of horses and chariots.

What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.

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

The weather is getting better every day, and the birds are back.

This makes sense. I forgot to tell the difference.

Brief analysis

My home is built on a busy road, but I never bother to entertain horses and chariots. Ask me how I can be so free and easy, my mind is natural and quiet, and I am far away from the world. Picking chrysanthemums under the east wall, I suddenly looked up and saw the wonders of Nanshan. In the twilight, colorful fog fills the air, and flocks of birds return to the embrace of Xiangyuan Mountain. One's mind or spirit can be isolated from oneself. This is the truth of these four poems. "Building a house is under human conditions" means living in the real society. "Cars and horses are flying in the sky" refers to all kinds of annoying dust in the world, and it is also a portrayal of the world's struggle for wealth. He lives in human feelings because he can achieve "heart". "Far-minded" means that he has never given up the idea of wealth and splendor in his mind. A man lost it. At this time, the poet was detached from the world, and his mood was integrated with nature, which was his understanding of the principle of life in the universe and his interest in nature. Judging from the natural environment around Lushan Mountain in the evening, everything seems harmonious and full of vitality, which is the real nature. The poet's carefree feelings are integrated with the natural weather and nature, so the subject and object will be harmonious.

(2) Returning to rural homes; Third, Tao Yuanming planted beans in Nanshan.

Planting beans is at the foot of Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings.

In the morning, I was busy with waste and filth. I took the lotus home.

The road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes.

Clothing is not enough, but it is not against your wishes.

There is my bean field at the foot of Nanshan slope. The field is overgrown with weeds, but the bean seedlings grow sparsely. I got up in the morning to mow the grass in the field, and went home to rest in the moonlight with a hoe. Tall vegetation covered the narrow field path, and dew wet my clothes. It doesn't matter whether the clothes are wet or not, as long as it doesn't go against my original intention.

Comment and analysis

This poem is a masterpiece describing Tao Yuanming's working life. Although he writes about labor, his main purpose is not to write about the hardships of labor, but to express an aesthetic interest. Imagine: "In the morning, I am busy cleaning up those wastes and filth, and I am going home with a shower head on the moon." What a wonderful picture this is. Hardship is naturally hard. The poet also said that "the road is narrow and the grass is long, and the morning dew touches my clothes", but the last two sentences of "clothes are not enough, and" can be regarded as the eyeliner of the whole poem, revealing the poet's state of mind.

(3) Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan

Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints.

A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.

This is a love poem about snow. Qian Shan is full of snow, and I can't see a bird. Looking for thousands of roads, there is not a pedestrian. Only a fisherman in hemp fiber and hat sat in a lonely boat, fishing alone on the cold river in the heavy snow. Between the lines reveals the author's harsh situation and loneliness.

The deep meaning of "Jiang Xue" endows an ideal personality, which is pride, independence, purity and nobility. The poet once participated in the political reform, but after the failure of the political reform, he was demoted to Yongzhou Sima. Political frustration and inner loneliness are reflected in the description of the environment. At that time, the political environment was as bad as the snow in Wan Li in the poem. But the poet did not give in to the pressure and remained the same.

The picture and implication of fishing alone in Hanjiang River are profound, which makes the whole poem full of poetic beauty.

(4) An autumn night in the mountains

The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening.

Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream.

The bamboo whispers that the laundry girl returns, and the lotus leaves lie in front of the fishing boat.

My friend's prince, what does it matter if spring is over and you are still here? .

It is already dark, but there is a bright moon in the sky; The fragrance has faded, but it is as loose as a cover. The mountain spring is clear, gurgling on the rocks, like a pure white practice, shining in the moonlight, what a quiet and clear natural beauty! There was a burst of laughter and laughter in the bamboo forest. It was some innocent girls who washed their clothes and came back with a smile. Graceful lotus leaves are scattered on both sides, knocking over countless pearl-like crystal drops. It's a fishing boat going down the river, which cuts the tranquility of the moonlight in the lotus pond. Under this pine and bright moon, among these bamboos and violets, there lived such a group of carefree, hardworking and kind people. He felt that "in the mountains" was better than "in North Korea", clean and simple, and he could live a completely clean life away from officialdom, so he decided to return to China.

It expresses the poet's personality beauty and an ideal social beauty with natural beauty. On the surface, this poem only uses the method of "Fu" to shape mountains and rivers, and gives a detailed and touching description of the scenery. In fact, through the description of mountains and rivers, it is full of emotion, rich and intriguing.

This famous landscape painting embodies the poet's noble feelings and pursuit of ideal realm in poetry and painting.

5. About the artistic conception of beauty, plainness and tranquility in poetry 1. Life is a journey.

The value of life lies in the ability to think and awaken. Life is a pious life experience, full of ups and downs, bitter vicissitudes, introverted, simple and unyielding, strong and calm, and always believe in the beauty of life. 2, things avoid victory, things avoid beauty, people avoid prosperity, treat people with tolerance and be indifferent to life.

3. The tranquility I have given up is far from our sincere words, and it hurts to love each other. As long as a person knows what he really wants and finds the life that suits him best, all the temptations and stimuli from outside really become irrelevant to him.

Your body travels around the world as much as possible, and your mood can fluctuate in the world of mortals. The key is that your spirit must have a quiet core. With this core, you can become the master of your surging body and ups and downs.

5, when a person, melancholy is a bit charming, quiet is a bit thin and indifferent; Just like the rain outside the window, it moistens the prosperity of the season and embraces the withered flowers. 6. Heart and heart can not only be combined harmoniously, but also blend more deeply through pain.

Pain and pain, fragility and fragility, connect each other's hearts. In every silence, there is always a sad cry; Behind every forgiveness, there is always blood spilled on the earth; Every time you accept it, you always have to experience a painful loss.

7. The true meaning of life is to live a quiet and peaceful life in the hustle and bustle, and let fate run in peace, not catch up. 8. Quiet years are the most charming.

Many people are always tired. There is one person who will never betray you, and that person is yourself.

Who is not hypocritical, who is not fickle, who is not who. Why do you take some people and things so seriously?

9, shallow time, how warm, have a quiet and safe, keep a quiet heart, not contaminated with sadness. 10, in this life, I will always meet someone, amazing youth; The president accompanied him alone, with vicissitudes of life in gentleness.

Beware of micro-motion, love also goes far, to start over, things have long been different; Beware of flattening, the roots of love are gradually growing and have been integrated. When you are new to ignorance, you will know that the sky is high and the clouds are light until you wash away the lead.

I would like to hold your hand, listen to the morning bell and the evening drum, watch the sunset and the moon rise, enjoy the quiet time, and don't spend the years in different ways.

6. How to write a beautiful sentence about peace of mind ★ The tired moon hides in the clouds to rest, leaving only a few stars as if watching.

★ The moon hangs obliquely in the sky, smiling, and the stars are crowded with the Milky Way, blinking. ★ A full moon rises, like a bright lamp, hanging high in the sky.

★ The moon opened its eyes wide and looked kindly at the villages and fields, much like a polished copper plate. ★ As the full moon rises, a soft smile appears on her silvered face.

★ The bright full moon has been lifted to the sky by the distant blue mountain. ★ The moon is round, like a spinning wheel, spinning her romantic reverie.

★ At night, it is very quiet. A full moon like a jade plate passes through the clouds, and the faint moonlight shines on the earth. ★ An apricot full moon climbed out of the mountain mouth and threw its reflection into the lake.

★ The full moon is like a yellow lantern, lifted from the eastern horizon and hung in the sky. ★ At night, the full moon rises, and a piece of peace shines on the earth with the silver moonlight.

★ The moon rises gradually. She is dressed in a long white gauze dress, quiet and serene, gentle and generous. Her silver face left a gentle smile through the willow branches.

★ The moon is like a newly married daughter-in-law. Just coming from the eastern horizon, she shyly got into the leaves and hid. ★ The moon is like a weather-beaten old man, slowly combing the glistening moonlight.

★ The moon is like a shy girl, hiding in the clouds for a while, lifting the veil to reveal her charming face for a while, and the whole world is immersed in the dreamy silver gray by moonlight. ★ The moon is so bright that it turns the earth into snow blue, and trees, houses and streets are like a layer of mercury.

★ At the western end of the forest outside the door, the hanging first quarter moon has turned into a golden watermelon, not a curved eyebrow. ★ In the morning, the waning moon is like a pebble that has lost its luster and is thrown in the horizon.

★ A crescent moon is like a white pear, quietly blooming in the light blue sky. ★ The night sky is starry, and the moon is like a fishing boat, as if sailing in a wide silver river.

★ The moon is like a bow, winding in the sky. ★ A crescent moon rises from the distant forest. It's as white as freshly extracted silver.

★ A crescent moon, like a silver sickle, sticks out from the dark mountain peak. ★ A crescent moon rises, like a jade carving banana embedded in the sky, with bright blue light.

★ A crescent moon is like a boat, with its pointed bow facing upwards, rowing on the calm lake in the middle of the night, which gives me a feeling. ★ A crescent moon hangs high in the deep blue sky, and the clear water shines on the earth.

★ The crescent moon is like a golden boat moored among the branches. Passion burning like fire, passion shaking everything like a hurricane, passion flowing down like a waterfall, passion crackling like firecrackers, how could my youth be without them! In fact, everything is passionate, and it is more beautiful and elegant because of passion.

Flowers are the passion of plants, thunder and lightning are the passion of clouds, waves are the passion of rivers, wind is the passion of air, sunshine is the passion of morning, galloping of horses is the passion of grassland ... It is the passion that makes our hearts thump as exciting as drums; It is passion that makes our blood surge like the tide; It is passion that makes our courage erupt like a volcano; It is passion that releases our strength like a hammer; It is passion that makes us flap our wings gently and fly to the ideal of hanging high; It's passion, let's stride towards distant goals. It is passion, let our fists hold high some vows; It's passion. Let's hold on to some beliefs. In a word, it is passion that makes our life enter the most enthusiastic state.

Life without passion is like a story without climax, like a peacock without a screen, like a bowstring without a full moon, like the water is always warm and boiling, like a football match without a shot, like a mountain without a summit. Let us face the cliff and have the passion to climb; Facing the sea, there is a passion for surfing; Facing the starry sky, there is a passion to look up; Facing the land, there is a passion for farming; Facing the runway, there is a passion for sprinting; Facing books, there is a passion to study hard, and facing problems, there is a passion to ask questions; Facing the competition, have the passion to beat the opponent; In the face of failure, I have the passion to get up after falling.

Life has given us a huge and infinitely noble gift, that is, youth: full of strength, full of expectation, willingness, full of ambition to learn and struggle. Wu Rui Festival is coming, I send you a sweet zongzi: with fragrant blessings as leaves, generous tolerance as meters, gentle reminders as stuffing, and then wrapped with silk thread of friendship. I hope you can taste the beauty of life and the feelings of May 5.

In fact, life is like four seasons; Innocent childhood is the spring of life, passionate youth is the summer of life, steady middle age is the autumn of life, and rickety old age is the winter of life. The deceased is like this, youth is no longer there, and the aging of the body is a natural law. As long as people keep their inner spring, life will always be young.

People have physical youth, which is measured by age and body; There is also psychological youth, measured by thoughts and mentality. Some people, when they are young, have no long-term aspirations and are unhappy, and they are already aging when they are young; Some people are old, but full of vigor, but they are always young when they are old.

Physical youth is like a beautiful flower, but it can't bloom forever; Psychological youth, like pine and cypress, can be proud of the wind and frost of time. Always eager for maturity, but want to stick to it forever, always want to gain success, but the efforts made unexpectedly fail; I always want to have a clear sky of my own, but I can't get out of the sad rainy season; I always want to be chic, but I can't change that loneliness.

It is not until the age when youth is gone that we know how to cherish it.

7. What are the good words or poems that describe the beautiful scenery?

Full of vitality and fertile soil, Qian Shan is full of water and smoke.

Cattle fat Ma Zhuang narrow path, Lang Mai mountains, surrounded by water.

Quiet life, surrounded by mountains and rivers, green mountains and green waters, surrounded by green mountains.

The trees are tall, dense, overgrown with weeds and green grass.

Good sentences:

1. Rivers are like blue ribbons wrapped around endless green fields. In the distance are houses with simple shapes and harmonious colors, which are beautiful and touching pastoral scenery!

2. Smoke from kitchen chimneys curled up and crossed the village, dancing like a girl in a white gauze in the sunset.

A short house is also an art, classical and elegant, like a rich painting.

There is also a thin river on the grassy grassland, which is exposed in the sun and looks like a glittering silver necklace from a distance.

On the grassland after the rain, wild flowers are in full bloom, like a flower scarf that has just been soaked in water, and even dew is colorful!

6. From a distance, there are white clouds crawling on the grassland. It turns out that this is a flock of sheep on the pasture. They are all born in vain, fat and lovely, and the birds that make the grassland healthier are twittering.

Good paragraph:

1. The gentle hillside is inlaid with pink buckwheat fields, and the roadside is paved with green highland barley fields. The fence made of logs leads along the winding dirt road to the distant virgin forest. Tibetan diaojiao buildings are scattered on the roadside, and cattle and sheep are hidden in the light blue smoke of boiling milk tea from time to time ... The whole atmosphere presents a medieval local meaning.

2. The silver smoke rising in Ran Ran, the more ancient silent stream, the old cow walking slowly with the sunset on its back, the rice fields on one side are like checkerboards, and the green velvet seedlings are woven into carpets, reaching into the distant sky; The house with blue bricks and red tiles is shaded by trees. In spring, the pine forest in my hometown is still gloomy, but the azaleas are already full of hills.

On the grassland in summer, the air in the morning is particularly fresh. I pestered my father to go for a walk on the grassland. The faint scent of grass blows on my face, and it is bright red. The morning sun rises from Ran Ran on the horizon of Ran Ran, covering the vast grassland with gold. Dewdrops on the grass, like pearls embedded in jade, shine with colorful brilliance. I saw many unknown pink, white, yellow or blue flowers in the grass, which made the grassland very beautiful. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.

-Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"

Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.

-Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River"

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.

-He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow

Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.

-Du Fu's quatrains

The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf

-Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Shi Anxi"

"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."

-Du Fu's quatrains

Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.

-Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene"

In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full.

-Zhang "Fishing Songs"

But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.

-Ye Shaoweng's "The Garden is Affordable"

Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.

-Zhu's Spring Day

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.

-Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home.

Weicheng is a city of light dust and rain, and the guest house is green and willow. Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"

Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"