Long memory of the western mountains, Lingyin Temple before the three Zhu after the cold spring pavilion on the old had traveled, three volts like the autumn.　The white apes are often seen climbing the tall trees, and their long whistles are heard everywhere. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey!
Wang Anshi "fragrance of osmanthus branches"
Dengling to send the eyes, is the late autumn in the homeland, the weather was first clean. The weather is getting cold. A thousand miles of clear river looks like a practice, and the emerald peaks are like clusters. The sails are going to row on the sun, the back of the west wind, the wine flag stands diagonally. The clouds are pale, the starry river herons rise, and the picture is hard to get enough of. Remembering the past and the competition of prosperity, sighing at the door of the building, sadness and hatred continue. In the ancient times, I have been in contempt of the honor and disgrace. The old events of the six dynasties flow with the water, but the cold smoke and grass condenses green. The woman is still singing the last song in the backyard.
Liu Yong's "Returning to the Morning Glory"
There are three or two flatboats on the other side of the river. The winds are blowing in a gusty manner. The geese on the sandy beach broke the smoke and flew away, and the moon and frost on the bridge were white. The color of the dawn is gradually divided. The road is far away from the mountains and there is a lot of traveling. The people who come and go, with only a pair of oars, are all famous people. The first time I looked at the countryside, I saw smoke and water separating them. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. The clouds of worry and the rain of hate are both haunting, and the new spring and the remaining wax are pressing each other. The years are fleeting. I am not sure if I can do anything about it. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this.
Su Shi, "Jiangchengzi"
It is raining on Phoenix Mountain. The water wind is clear. The evening sun is bright. A lotus flower is still blooming. The two egrets flew in from nowhere, as if they had the intention to admire the gracefulness. Suddenly, I heard that the koto was being played on the river. Who will listen to it? Who will listen to it? The clouds are closing in and the smoke is gathering, so I am sure it is Xiang Ling. I want to wait until the end of the song to ask for it, but I can't see the people, several peaks are green.
Zhang Xian's "Spring in the Hall of Painting"
The lotus seeds in the outer lake are long and varied, and the gulls are flying in the green mountains. The water and the sky are dissolving and the painting is late, and the shadow of the people in the identification of the move. Peach leaves shallow voice double singing, apricot red deep color light clothes. The small lotus barrier face to avoid the slanting sunlight, divided by the green shade to return.
Ma Zhiyuan "Shouyang Qu - Mountain Clearing Lan"
Beyond the flower village, west of the grass store, the evening sun and rain clear up the sky. In the remaining light of the four surrounding mountains, the brocade screen has been added to the green.
Guan Hanqing Nanlv Yizhihua - Hangzhou scenery
The world's embroidery township, around the sea in the wind and flow of the place. The new Yuan Dynasty is a new vassal state, and the old Chinese barbarians have died in the Song Dynasty. The water is so beautiful and the mountains are so strange that you can play with it everywhere, and it's so rich. The city is full of embroidered curtains and wind curtains, and people gather in one place. [The city is full of embroidered curtains and wind curtains, and there is a huge crowd of people. 100 miles of streets are neat and tidy, and more than 10,000 buildings and pavilions are different, and there is not half of a free field. There are pine and bamboo paths, medicine gardens and flower groves, tea gardens and rice paths, and bamboo docks and plum streams. There is a line of poetry and a screen at every step. The West Salt Farm is like a belt of Qiong Yao, Wu Shan color thousands of stacks of emerald. Woodlawn, looking at the Qiantang River 10,000 glass. There are even clear streams and green water, painting boats to and from the idle game. Zhejiang Pavilion, relative to each other, relative to the peak of the dangerous mountain long strange stone, can envy and title. [end] family cover ditch flowing water, pavilion lofty out of the cuiwei, looking at the west lake twilight mountain situation. I've seen this wall, I've seen that wall, and I can't put my pen to paper.
The Great Wall Grottoes
The grass on the banks of the river is green, and I am thinking of the distant road. I dreamed of it in the past. I dreamed of it, but I realized that I was in another country. I've been in a different county, and I've been tossing and turning, but I can't see each other. The withered mulberry knows the wind, the sea knows the cold. Each one of us is flattered at the door, and no one is willing to speak for the other. My guest came from afar and left me a pair of carp. I called my son to cook the carp, and there was a book in it. Kneeling long, I read the book, but what's in it? I said that I would eat more, and I said that I would remember each other forever.