Seven-character landscape poems

Seven-syllable/seven-syllable metrical poem

Hukkle

Spring is full, and the breeze blows the willows and dances.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the white geese are released in the green water canoe.

Send wine and peach blossoms, sing spring and millet, and sing a song.

Pastoral has its own pastoral beauty, so I don't need to go into details.

Seven-syllable/seven-syllable metrical poem

Lao Ji Chun Huai

The glory of the eight horses has not yet been received, and Sanyang relays to bless China.

The breeze cuts the crescent moon and the purple swallow warms the spring building.

Back and forth, Yang, work hard and worry about ghosts and gods.

Mo Yan's white hair is short, and a smile can teach him to float.

Seven-syllable/seven-syllable metrical poem

After the wheat harvest, it rains occasionally.

It is a rainy day, and I am very happy today.

Maixiang doesn't understand the bitterness of poetry, but flowers should know the scenery.

The breeze in the courtyard combs bamboo, and the tall trees in front of the door sing cicadas.

Although he was born in the world of mortals, he also made solitary marks to imitate fallen immortals.