A poem describing a beautiful environment that keeps calm in a difficult situation.

This poem describes the beautiful environment in the noise, as follows:

In Wang Ji's "Into the Xi", "cicadas make the forest quiet, and the Yingong Mountain is even more quiet."

Chai Lu by Wang Wei "There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice."

Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Mountains, moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream.

Wang Wei birdsong creek: when people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, birds will sing in the spring stream.

The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered. -Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. -Wei is in Xixi Chuzhou.

A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang. -Chang Jian "Zen Forest after Broken Mountain Temple".

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. -Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue

The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual. -Wang Ji's "If you are in Xi"

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. -Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek

The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. -Meng Haoran's "Sleeping in Jiande River"

Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. -Jia Dao's "Li Ning's Dwelling House"

Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color. -Wang Bo's Preface to Wang Tengting

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots. The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered.

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang.

There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there. In the silent night, everyone closes the door and sleeps, and the city is full of wind and rain.

The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.

It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp. I will walk until the river blocks my way, then sit and watch the rising clouds, leaning alone in the dense bamboo, playing the pipa and humming.

I don't know at night, except my comrade-in-arms Mingyue. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound of the spring stream is lacking in the moon, which makes people quiet at first.