Quietly appreciate a person's time poems.

2. Poems about silence

A poem about Liu Jingjing 1. Huangqiao poetry

Glossary of words for closing dusk

Words describing dusk are:

The sunset glow is colorful and mottled with light and shadow. The sunset glow drops a little, and the sunset in the west is like blood, filled with smoke. The bird returns to the lantern in Hualin. At the beginning of the night, the sun sets, and the sun sets. The sun is setting all over the sky. The setting sun is melting gold, the setting sun is getting thinner, and the setting sun is getting thinner in Sang Yu. The west wind is fading, and the twilight is boundless.

Poems describing dusk are:

1, with the twilight shadow in my heart, I have driven ahead in Leyou tombs. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

2. When Jiang Hui saw the flower watch, he knew it was at the west gate of Xunyang. Or go to a lonely boat for three or four miles, and the hookah sand rain will come to dusk.

3. Xilong instruments are quiet and the bells and drums are long. Who is the companion sitting alone at dusk? Wei Zihua versus Ziweilang.

At dusk, Nansha ebbs, the moonlight is covered with sand, and autumn snow is falling. Hydrology is neither smoky nor swaying, and the plain is cold and empty.

5. The art gallery is singing and dancing, and the club goes to the club to see it. The dragon is the companion of Jiang Loushi, but he still needs to lean on the fence at dusk.

6. In front of the independent Buddhist temple at dusk, there are trees and cicadas all over the ground. Generally, the heart is always bitter at four o'clock, and the time of heartache is autumn.

7, the ancient locust smoke is sparse and sad, independent dusk. Looking south, a flock of new geese went to Tingzhou.

8, the fog is thick and the clouds are light and always sad, the mind is refreshed, and the golden beast disappears. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Do not die. West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers.

The sentences describing dusk are:

1, the sunset left a long shadow, a piece of blood red. ..... The sky soon darkened, grape-colored dusk, purple dusk. Covered with citrus forests and narrow Gua Tian; The sun is a kind of squeezed grape purple mixed with burgundy red.

2. Every evening, the thick and heavy clouds in the sky can only be blown into crimson clouds with a little gap in the sunset, just like a fish rolling golden scales occasionally in the rough sea.

There is always a smell of cooking smoke in the evening air, mixed with all kinds of dishes on the warm table, and mixed into a special taste. This taste is not only an olfactory experience, but also a tactile and psychological experience. Always warm, practical and reunion.

The sky is getting dark and the sunset is like blood, slowly covering the whole xx Mountain. There is only a sunset glow on the horizon. He stood at the top of the mountain, and the breeze passed by him. Although it is summer, he still feels a little chilly. He stood there quietly, saying nothing, as if nothing existed.

There is always no sense of demarcation at night. God, whether it's black or not; The light, should I turn it on or not? Should the curtains be closed or not?

6. The sun has passed through at night.

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"The mountain is flat and primitive, and the river goes around the wilderness"-(Tang) Li Bai

"This water runs through the heavens and the earth, and the mountains are there but not there." Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)

"Long waves push forward waves, and even the mountains are cracked"-[Tang] Bai Juyi.

"The mountain is flat and primitive, and the river goes around the wilderness"-(Tang) Li Bai

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3. Are there any poems about Li Dingqiong?

I wish the beauty Li Dingqiong happiness and beauty forever.

Wish you a sweet smile.

Ren Mei Liang Liqian taught herself.

Girls are charming and everyone admires them.

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Ding's dance is deeply loved by everyone.

Qiongyuan is the envy of everyone.

Never fade, youthful and gorgeous.

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Open your arms and drink the wine of life.

A kind heart will make you live longer.

Let's play a beautiful song.

Bright throat, excellent timbre

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4. Liu Yuefeng's poems

From February to March, thousands of trees bloom. It's like shooting at the sea on the 10th, like the high platform of Wei Palace. Cover it like a bell, like a knight, and Xiong Xing with red petals has horns. A handsome hero with a big beard and face. After leaving the hall, pomegranate became famous, while peach and apricot were ashamed and frivolous. Judy Sinatra, who owns this flower? Nesting birds must be born with Feng Danchu, and falling flowers will become coral trees. Between the five mountains every year, northerners can't see Zhu Yan. I am willing to fly for the world, I don't know how to get cold. —— ICBC, Chen Qing

Ten-foot coral is kapok, and the flowers are red, which is fresher than the morning glow. The trees in Tiannan are all bonfires, not as pitiful as Panzhihua! The towering Gu Gan vies for the plate, and the flowers are leafless. White-edged butterfly cocoon, braised hibiscus sand -Qing Qu Dajun

A poem about silence 1. A poem describing silence.

Cicada is quiet in the forest, and Tonamiyama is more secluded.

Contrast the silence of the environment with sound.

How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! .

Li Bai —— Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain: Birds are high, and lonely clouds go alone for leisure.

Du Fu-Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night: Sneaking into Wei Wuying with the wind-"

Chuzhou on Xixi: Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees. The spring tide brings rain late, and there is no boat to cross the wild.

Chang Jian-Zen after the Broken Mountain Temple: In the early morning, you enter the mountain temple, where the bamboo path is secluded, and in the morning, you can see the treetops and flowers, and when you reach the Zen realm, the mountains and birds fly, and people touch the pool. All is silent, and Yu Zongyuan-

Jiang Xue: There are no birds in a hundred mountains, but there are no footprints in a thousand roads. A boat with a leaf, a bamboo coat, and a cicada in a fisherman's nest in Hanjiang River-the snow is still, and the mountains are more secluded.

In Wang Wei's Birding Creek, people and osmanthus flowers are idle, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, birds will sing in the spring stream. -

Wang Bo's preface to Wang Tengting is quiet in the forest, and Tonggong Mountain is more secluded; Sunset and loneliness in Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color. -Li Bai's "Dai Tian Visiting the Taoist", the dog barked and the peach blossoms were full of rain. You can see deer when the tree is deep, but you can't hear the bells in the stream at noon.

2. Poems describing tranquility

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

3. Poetry about Silence

Liang Zhu has been idle for a long time, and every spring comes, he is still disappointed. I often get sick and drink every day, but I don't care that my face is thin in the mirror. Why do they have to worry about new things every year? The independent small bridge is full of wind sleeves, and the linping crescent people return home. Jade building is bleak, and it is a bit boring after parting. There are no books, and there are no books. In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and Chiba hates it. Therefore, looking for a single pillow in a dream, the dream is not only light but also embers. The butterfly garden is deep, willow piles of smoke, and the curtain is not heavy. I'm not going to stay in spring. I asked for flowers with tears in my eyes, but I didn't say anything. I am flying red in autumn 7a686964616fe78988e 69d8331333238663638. I am in Tasha and other museums, and the willows are thin and the grass is warm and swaying on the stream bridge. My sadness is getting farther and farther, and my distance is like a spring. There are more amateurs in Chunshan. Langtaosha drinks from the east wind, and * * * calmly hangs in the east of Luocheng, always hand in hand at that time and travels around the Champs. It is endless hatred that this year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers are better and you know who you are with. Where will the nearest flower show go? I forgot to come back. It's not the end of spring yet. Flowers eat cold food, whose tree is the car tied to? When Shuang Yan comes, will you meet strangers? Stir up the spring sorrow like catkins, and there is nowhere to find it in the dream. Jade pagoda spring is not finished, and I intend to say the return date, but I didn't say to swallow the spring first. Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance. Don't renovate without a song. A song can teach you how to tie the knot. You must see all the flowers in Luoyang. It's easy to say goodbye to the spring breeze. Youth travel is dry and sunny. More specifically, I remember Wang Sun. The rain fell on the light thunder pool outside Linjiang Xianchi, and the sound of the rain dripped and broke the lotus. The rainbow in the west corner of the small building is bright, withered and oblique, and the moonlight is born. Swallows fly to see the painted building, the jade hook hangs the curtain, the cool waves are motionless, the lines are flat, the water is clear and the pillows are double, and there are falling flowers on the shore. Irises are swaying in the wind, and willows are carrying heavy smoke and snow. The moon shines on the pear flower. Mulberry picking is a solo boat, around the West Lake, with clear water and grass on the long shore, and fun everywhere. When there is no wind, the water is smooth and slippery, the boat ripples slightly, and the sand birds fly ashore to pick mulberry seeds. Spring rain wins the West Lake, flowers are blooming, butterflies are buzzing, and flowers are warm in sunny days. The orchid is coated with kudzu. It's calm, but there are clouds floating under the boat. The water is fresh and the pitch is lingering. I suspect there will be another day in the lake. After picking mulberry seeds, the West Lake is fine, wolves are still red, birds are misty, and weeping willows are withered all day. After all the tourists left, I felt the spring sky, the curtains hung down and two swallows came back in the drizzle. Who can enjoy the West Lake after picking mulberry seeds?

Who knows, at leisure, the grass is dark and the water is far away, and a little Cangzhou egrets fly. The West Lake is clear and full of eyes, and green willows and bamboos drive there. Tourists must go at dusk, drunk and noisy, and the road turns to the embankment until the city head is always full of flowers. After the lotus blooms, the West Lake will be fine, and wine will come without flags. Go home drunk. Mulberry leaves are beautiful in the water, and the West Lake is full of fresh clouds. Seagulls and herons are sleeping. You should get used to listening to orchestral music. The wind is clear and the moon is white, suitable for night. Anyone who envies Luan is a fairy in the boat. The sunset glow of mulberry leaves shines on the West Lake, the flowers are flat and faint, and there is no boat on the barren shore. The southwest moon floats away. Asphalt flying in the spring of 20 years. Returning like a crane in Liaodong, the whole city is new. Who knows the old master? When Ruan Langchun returned to the South Garden, the smell of wind and peace, green plums like peas and willows, butterflies flying all day long, flowers heavy and grass smoke low, people's curtains hanging down, swings casual, and painted beams living in Shuang Yan. The southern singer's golden mud belt, the dragon jade palm comb. Idle hinder embroidery, ask how the word Yuanyang is born. Linjiangxian remembered the first song that Jin Luan sang together, and the spring breeze made the country rich and the people strong. Now, he is an old official who has lost Qujiang flowers for ten years. It is said that Lang Mountain leads to Yuen Long, and the building is very high, but there is no family in sight. It's hard to leave the lonely city when it's cold, and the mangroves are far away. He Mei crab powder. Don't worry. Sauvignon Blanc surrounded the embankment with apple willows, watched the pedestrians go west, and returned for a long time. It's raining and windy, and cold gulls fly relatively. Sauvignon Blanc is like a willow, and a willow is a parting young man, bowing his head and crying. The Yangtze River is east, Jiangxi is long, and mandarin ducks fly on both sides. When will they meet? 6. Shoot a lamp and spread it frequently. Life here seems like an old bottle. Say what you love in the morning, roll a light cream on the curtain and try on plum blossom makeup by hand, all because of your hatred, so you draw long and far. Thinking about the past and cherishing fragrance is easy to get hurt. Draw a song first, and it is the most heartbreaking to laugh. The railing of Pingshan, which is in the wrong place, leans against the clear sky, where the color of the mountain is both there and there. His hand hung in front of the hall. Look at the old man in front of the bottle. Nowadays, the waves of sand swim in the north pool, the canoes are rippling and the wicker is soft, so that spring comes and goes, and the head is white. A good prostitute has a good voice, but it is difficult to get drunk. I advise you to drink enough gold euros, even if flowers are often sick, they are still romantic. Fishermen are proud of the ridge of lotus leaves, and the boat supports flowers. If there is love in the sky, it will be old.

How about this idea? As thin as light silk, as thin as waves.

The shore of the ship. Maple leaves and flowers in autumn.

Think about the past. It is necessary to compare the world with dreams.

Last year's Eve, the flower market was brightly lit. At the end of the month, it is about dusk.

On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.

4. Poems describing tranquility

1, "Blessing Order Courtyard Quiet"

Five Dynasties Li Yu

Deep courtyard quiet, small courtyard empty, intermittent cold anvil, intermittent wind.

But the night is long and people sleep, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain.

The autumn wind brings cold anvil sounds, especially in the small courtyard. In the middle of the night, the moonlight and the sound of anvil penetrated into the curtains, which made people think of recruiting people outside and evoked endless lovesickness. Therefore, I can't sleep at night and my mind is full of worries.

2. "Linjiang Jin Xian locks the heavy door Huang Yuanjing"

Lu Qianyi in the Five Dynasties

The golden lock closes the door and the garden is quiet, but the window is sad in autumn.

Cui Hua disappeared without a trace. As soon as Lou Yu's song was blown, the sound was broken with the wind.

The palace gates are locked at different levels, and the desolate royal garden is extremely quiet; I leaned against the window and looked at the autumn night sky sadly. Since the emperor went, it has been quiet here, and no one has ever seen the emperor again. The songs and music in the palace have long been cut off, following the wind that never returns.

3. "The plum breeze is falling, and people are quiet."

Yuan Dynasty: Ma Zhiyuan

Beginning of life is quiet, when will the bright moon shine? Yu Mei is reflected obliquely outside the screen window.

Plum blossoms smile as shadows, and the moon is generally lonely.

People have just calmed down and the moonlight is bright. Many-hued, the flower of Bai Mei, is reflected obliquely on the screen window. Plum blossoms are just a joke. The moon sets in the middle of the night, and the courtyard is as desolate and lonely as before.

4. Linjiang Fairy, Smoke Collection, Autumn in Zhu Xiang, Jiang Jing.

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Mi

In autumn, the smoke in Zhu Xiang is quiet, and the banana flower dew is red.

Five clouds and two cranes have gone without a trace. Some souls are broken and staring at the sky.

Bamboo leaves shed tears in the dark, and it is idle to tune in the waves.

The temples in Lv Yun are very heavy. The ancient temple is deep and fragrant, cold, rainy and windy.

Xiangjiang River is smokeless and quiet, and dew canna is wet with tears. Shun Di rode a crane and disappeared without a trace. Second princess, I can't see the sky for several times. They shed tears on the bamboo poles, and bitter voices bounced in the waves of Xiangjiang River. The second princess's temples are as thick as flowers. Now in ChristianRandPhillips Temple, the dust is covered with dust, and the powder is cold and fragrant, accompanied by biting rain and biting wind.

5, "No Custom, Xu Ling Palace Pear Flower Ci"

Song Dynasty: Qiu Chuji

The quiet night is heavy, floating and hazy, and the cold soaks into the moon.

On the silent evening night, pear blossoms quietly in the moonlight.

5. Sentences expressing silence

Describe a quiet sentence 2. The classroom was as quiet as if the air had condensed and there was no sound.

The classroom is very quiet, you can hear the sound of a needle falling to the ground. 4. Quiet in the classroom is like walking into a world without sound! There is silence in the classroom.

6. The classroom at night is as quiet as a forest. 7. The night is as still as a pool of stagnant water. It seems that all the creatures are asleep and everything seems so peaceful.

8. In the sunset of the bamboo forest, the sunset beam passing through the forest is reflected on his tall and thin body. His handsome eyes are slightly closed, his eyebrows are slightly open, his nose is smelling, his lips are blowing, and he is thinking about something. At this moment, he seems to be quietly integrated with nature, just like a pale and shallow freehand painting.

9. There is no sound in the carriage, as if it were empty. 10, cicadas make the forest quiet and Tonamiyama more secluded.

6. Describe quiet sentences

1. At night, the seaside is quiet. There are no noisy voices, no noisy cars, only gentle winds and wonderful waves.

2. In this way, sit quietly in front of the computer, let your thoughts fly and let the warmth overflow. Your heart is like green spring, gently rippling in the foggy sky. 3, the past is like a clear lake, calm.

Those romantic smells seem to have long disappeared on the plank road of youth, but that long-lost love is always late. 4. In the early winter, when night falls, the smoke rises in the countryside under the night.

A picture of a quiet mountain village returning home at night, which is the warm home I long for day and night. 5, lost things, in fact, never really belong to you, there is no need to regret.

6. It's quiet in the forest, and you can clearly hear the humming sound of flapping wings. 7. Green clover.

Youth. Green.

In summer, although smoking is very hot these days.

Although I can't sleep at night these days. But when I see the green in the street, when I see the sunshine.

I narrowed my eyes and smiled. 8. In the quiet night, looking up at the crescent moon in the sky, I feel suddenly enlightened.

9. It's quiet in the forest, and you can clearly hear the hum of wings. 10, the night is as still as a pool of stagnant water, it seems that all creatures are asleep, and everything seems so peaceful ... 1 1, when the midsummer tide flooded the light year again.

Still appearing like old friends, these pursuits are all taken from the sunny days of inspirational networks. sunflower

Still standing there, facing the sun. We pay for the white light.

We are immersed in joy. We swam sadly against the current.

So what are we doing? 12, I look at you, I can't forget it, and I can't remember it.

What color is summer? Last summer.

Betrayed himself again. Fall asleep again and again in sleep.

Memory destroyed the whole ring like a flood. That little pain tore my heart again and again.

But I am still calm. 13, the dark night, except for the ticking of the alarm clock and the swaying of the branches, there was silence around.

14 I gave a faint rosy dream to my bosom friend. Do you feel the quiet and pure rhyme like me? I used my gentle heart to render the light and color of that dream so beautiful that it was close at hand. When flowers bloom everywhere, do you hear the sound of the flowers like me? 15, I miss it very much.

But helpless. Just to chase our dreams, just to find the beauty we once imagined.

I think when we opened our eyes, we were already dead. So when life starts again, we should smile and the sunshine is still beautiful.

The sun is still dazzling. 16, maybe a person can only smile when he is really helpless.

17, color memory of someone. I don't remember those days.

Colorful and sweet. Sometimes I like gray very much.

Because it can only represent me. But I still like the bright colors.

Vigor. Simple.

I am still me. Different fireworks.

18, I sigh, the days of shady green leaves float in front of me, and then the dead leaves fall all over the ground, and the autumn wind blows away the leaves. 19, if someone throws money at you, kneel down and pick it up one by one, it doesn't matter. It's about your food and clothing, and a little self-esteem is nothing.

20. Whether the heart is still like water, spring, summer, autumn and winter, every minute of the day, the beating heart soothes the whole soul, the body feels cold and hot, and faces joys and sorrows. 2 1. After the typhoon, the earth was silent, and even the sound of butterflies flapping their wings could be heard.

22. The meeting was very quiet. I only heard my own heartbeat, and everyone around me seemed to freeze, and I couldn't even hear my breathing. At this time, a fly flew from nowhere, which upset me and reached out and patted my hand.

Take back your hand quickly, as if everyone was staring at me and thought I broke the silence. Zheng, I feel my heart slowed down. How quiet! 23. Black covers all the houses. The moonlight is dim, the shadows are swaying, and the breeze is blowing gently, blowing the bright faces of the stars.

24, live beautifully, need to pay great patience, don't complain, don't explain, you are definitely a talent. 25. It is said that men are deep and women resent. At this moment, I was gentle and calm by the fragrance of flowers and the lingering rain.

26. The earth has fallen asleep. Except for the gentle breeze and the occasional dog barking, the deserted street was silent. 27, these days, just for peace of mind.

How many years. How many days?

The sun is still so dazzling, but we still need to be quiet and look at these light marks that pass through our fingers. What else can we do?

28. The summer night is very quiet, only frogs croak, and everything seems so quiet.

7. What are the poems with "quietness"?

No poem has the reduplication of "Jing Ke". There are "static" poems as follows:

1, quiet girl, I am in the corner. Deliberately hiding for me to find, scratching my head. -Anonymous "Jing Nv"

That demure girl is so cute that she invited me to the building around the corner. Deliberately hiding from me, scratching my head.

2. The deep courtyard is quiet, the small courtyard is empty, and the cold anvil is intermittent and the wind is intermittent. -Li Yu's "Practice of the Son, Quiet in the Deep Courtyard"

The autumn wind brings cold anvil sounds, especially in the small courtyard.

3, the golden lock is quiet, and the window is facing the autumn sky. -Lu Qian's "Linjiang Jin Xian Lock the Heavy Door Huang Yuanjing"

Layers of palace doors are locked, and the desolate royal garden is extremely quiet. I leaned against the window and looked at the autumn night sky sadly.

4, the lack of moon hanging sparse tung, leaking people at the beginning of quiet. -Su Shi's "Divination Operator Huangzhou Dinghui Garden Residence"

The waning moon hung high on the sparse phoenix tree, the drip stopped and the crowd began to be quiet.

5. On a cold night in late autumn, the Milky Way is quiet and the moon is deep in the courtyard. -Yin E's "Linjiang Xianzi", the Milky Way is quiet on a cold night in late autumn.

The night in late autumn is cold and quiet, and the moon shines in the courtyard.

6, heavy curtains cover the lights, the wind is uncertain, people are quiet first, and tomorrow should be full. -Zhang Xian's "Fairy, Water Tone, Several Voices, Holding Wine to Listen"

Heavy curtains tightly cover the lights. The wind hasn't stopped, and the voice is still. Tomorrow, the fallen flowers will surely cover the garden path.

7, people are idle osmanthus, and the night is quiet. -Wang Wei's "Birds Singing Stream"

In the spring night, there is no sound, and sweet-scented osmanthus falls gently. Castle peak and clear forest are more empty.

8. cicadas make the forest quiet, and the sound palace mountain is more secluded. -Wang Ji's "If you are in Xi"

Cicadas sing loudly, but the forest is extraordinarily quiet; With the sound of birds singing, the mountains are quieter than usual.

9. If you live in poverty, you will never be poor. When you are in chaos, you will be the same as when you are calm. -Du Xunhe's knighthood and nephew book hall

Although I live in a humble house, my knowledge has not diminished. I am still the same, although there is a war outside.

10, Ming Chuan went straight to thousands of feet and did it quietly. -Liu Kai's "Plug"

The whistling arrow is singing and soaring into the sky. There is no wind on the grassland, and there is peace between heaven and earth, which makes the sound of whistling arrows clearer and louder.

8. The poem describing the quiet environment is as follows.

First of all, this poem:

Wang Wei-Chai Lu: There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.

Wang Wei-Zhulou: I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

Wang Wei-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.

Li Bai-"Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain": Birds are high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.

Du Fu-Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night: Dive into the night with the wind and moisten things silently.

Wei Wu Ying's Xixi Chuzhou: I pity the grass alone, and there are orioles singing in the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.

Changjian-Buddhist Temple behind the Broken Mountain Temple: Entering the Mountain Temple in the morning, the morning sunshine points to the treetops. A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat. Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang.

Liu Zongyuan-Jiang Xue: There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of roads. A boat on the river, a fisherman in his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

Second, the introduction:

Chai Lu 1

This is the fourth of Wang Wei's twenty poems, a masterpiece of landscape poetry in his later period. Chai Lu (Village) is the place name of Wangchuan. This poem depicts the quiet scenery of empty mountains and deep forests near Chai Lu in the evening.

2. The Sound of Birds is the first poem of Five Miscellaneous Topics of Huangfuyue Yunxi written by the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei. This poem depicts the tranquility and beauty of the spring night in the mountains, with the focus on the tranquility and beauty of the spring night in the mountains. The whole poem closely follows the word "quiet", which is very similar to a landscape sketch. With moving scenery such as falling flowers, moonrise and birdsong, the poet highlights the quietness of the spring mountain on a moonlit night, achieves the artistic effect of static contrast, and vividly outlines a poetic picture of the bat "Tonamiyama is more secluded". The whole poem is aimed at writing quietly, but it is handled with moving scenery. This contrast is very obvious to the poet's Zen and interest.

3. "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" is one of the most famous poems in Tang Dynasty, which was written by Du Fu when he lived in Chengdu Caotang in the second year of last Yuan (76 1). This poem describes the characteristics of Chengdu spring rain and the scene of rainy night with personification, and enthusiastically eulogizes the timely moistening of spring rain. The description of the spring rain in the poem is subtle, delicate and vivid. The whole poem is elegant in artistic conception, quiet in meaning and integrated with painting. This is a poem about rain, with vivid and unique charm.