Ancient poems describing quietness and comfort

Thousands of miles of Ti Ying are green and red, the water town is full of wine flags, and there are many misty rains in the 480 halls in the Southern Dynasties.

The waves are like a boat, sleeping in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, feeling that the mountains are full and the mountains are green.

The blue embers fall, the screen is dark red and burnt, and the plum blossoms in the south of the dream are ripe.

In the middle of the night, the boat listens to the flute and the rain, and people translate the side bridge.

Year: Tang Dynasty

Author: Wang Wei

Title: My retreat in Zhongnanshan.

After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years.

Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation.

Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.

Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.

Su Xinshi xugong branch

Yang Wanli

Hedges are sparse and deep,

The flowers at the top of the tree are not shady.

The children chased Huang Die,

Flying into cauliflower is nowhere to be found.

Zhao Huashan Chu Shi Chentuan

Song Taizong

Hua Yue heard that,

Ji Jun's surname is Chen,

Three islands in the cloud,

An idle person;

Dante is a work,

Qingshan is a close neighbor,

I miss my family,

The country perished for no reason. "