Talk about your understanding of Tang poetry?

My understanding of Tang poetry is as follows: Tang poetry is beautiful, flowing and colorful, with five mountains and rivers. The poet looks at the mountain, "looking at the Dongting landscape from afar, a blue snail is on a silver plate", lofty, ethereal and ethereal; Poet Wang Guanshui, "A setting sun is sprinkled in the water, half river is rustling and half river is red", which is smooth and quiet; A mountain sings the moon, "Su E, a young woman, is cold-resistant and has a frost battle in the middle of the month." The moon is white and clear, clear and magnificent; Jong Li protects flowers, "the national color is full of wine, and the fragrance is dyed at night", which has since made the peony "national color and fragrance" famous. The beauty of Tang poetry lies in lyrical expression, satire and agitation, and it can be written and sung. The maple bridge is dead at night, and the bell rings in the cold mountain. The phrase "on a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps by fishing" has made the wanderer homesick. The long yellow sand, hunting flags, the phrase "but make the Dragon City fly, don't teach Huma to spend the Yinshan Mountain", stirring the iron and blood feelings of border guards and soldiers; The flowers are gone and the rules are crying. A sentence "I am worried about the bright moon, I will follow you until Yelangxi" can't finish the affection of my intimate friends; At the dining table in Yangzhou, the words "Qian Fan on the side of the sunken ship, Wan Muchun in front of the sick tree" are even more inspiring to thank Mr. Tang people are smart, poets are excellent, and they are naturally clever. When the grass grows and the warbler flies, it is light and silky. We will think of "good rain knows the season, when spring comes", thanking the spring rain for nourishing everything on the earth; Midsummer dusk, breezy, we will think of "the wind brings the fragrance of lotus flowers, the music of bamboo leaves dripping dew", and rejoice at the coolness of Xia Feng; On the night of August 15th, the Jade Rabbit was born. We will think of "I watched the autumn moon on the deck and thanked the old general in vain" and realize the sadness that the immortal's ambition is hard to be rewarded. When the wind and snow abuse the sun and the jade flies, you will think of "the snow is heavy at night, and the sound of bamboo is heard intermittently", and you will feel the long poetic rhyme of Xiangshan laymen. Source: Young writers