Poems about valleys

"Lu Chai" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard. Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.

Green hills. green water. Green grass. Green bamboo. blue sky. The sound of the piano is slightly cool, as misty as the moonlight floating on the cold pool, and then gradually fades away... The sound of the bamboo flute is cold. The sound of the flute is distant and desolate. The entire valley was silent in a half-lonely, half-sad sound and the coolness surrounded by green trees.

Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream"

The people are idle, the osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.

When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream.

"Climbing the Yueyang Tower"

I heard the Dongting water in the past,

Now I go up to the Yueyang Tower.

Wu Chu’s southeast corner,

The universe floats day and night.

There is no word about relatives and friends,

We are all alone in old age and illness.

The soldiers and horses pass through the north of the mountain,

Pingxuan Tisi flows.

"Looking for Flowers Alone by the River"

Huang Si's maiden's house is full of flowers,

Thousands of flowers weigh down the branches.

Lingering butterflies dance all the time,

The orioles are just singing at ease.

"Quequatrains"

Two orioles sing in the green willows,

A row of egrets ascends to the blue sky.

The window contains Qianqiu snow of Xiling,

The door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu.

Qi Wuqian

"Spring Floods Like a River"

The tranquility is never cut off,

Wherever I go, I will follow my destiny.

The evening breeze blows the boat,

The flower path enters the mouth of the stream.

At night, I turned to the west ravine,

Looking south across the mountain.

The smoke from the pond is flying and melting,

The forest moon is low and backward.

When things happen and spread,

I wish to be the old man holding the pole.

Wang Wei

"Green Stream"

Walking into Huanghuachuan,

Every time I chase the water of the green stream.

With the mountains, there will be countless twists and turns,

The interesting journey is endless.

The sound is noisy in the rocks,

The color is quiet deep in the pines.

The rippling water is full of water chestnuts,

The clear water reflects the reed.

My mind is already idle,

The Qingchuan is like this.

Please stay on the rock,

The fishing will be over.

"Zhongnan Mountain"

Taiyi is close to the capital of heaven,

connecting mountains to sea corners.

The white clouds look back and merge,

The blue mist enters and sees nothing.

The peaks in the field change,

The clouds are clear and the valleys are different.

If you want to stay somewhere,

ask the woodcutter across the water.

Meng Haoran

"Sending Five Pieces to Ten Thousand Mountains in Autumn"

In the white clouds of the North Mountain,

The hermit feels happy.

Start climbing high when we look at each other,

My heart will fly away with the wild goose.

Sorrow arises in the dusk,

Happiness comes in the autumn.

I saw people returning to the village,

resting at Pingsha Ferry.

The trees on the horizon are like shepherd's purses,

The islands by the river are like the moon.

Why bring wine,

Drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.

"Looking at Dongting Lake as a Presentation to Prime Minister Zhang"

The lake is level in August,

The culvert is too clear.

The steam is rising over the Yunmengze,

The waves are shaking Yueyang City.

If you want to help without a boat,

I am a shameful sage.

Sit back and watch the fishermen,

It is just a feeling of envy for the fish.

"Staying in the Tonglu River and sending me an old trip to Guangling"

Listening to the sorrow of the apes in peace in the mountains,

The Cangjiang River flows rapidly at night.

The wind rustles the leaves on both sides of the bank,

The moon shines on a lonely boat.

Jiande is not my land,

Weiyang recalls old travels.

I will also send two lines of tears to the west of the sea.

Chang Jian

"Inscribed on the Zen Temple behind Poshan Temple"

Enter the ancient temple early in the morning,

The first sun shines on the high forest.

The bamboo path leads to a secluded place,

The Zen room is deep with flowers and trees.

The light of the mountain is pleasing to the nature of the birds,

The shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart.

All the sounds are silent,

But the sound of bells and chimes is left.

Wang Zhihuan

"Climbing the Stork Tower"

The sun sets over the mountains,

The Yellow River flows into the sea.

If you want to see a thousand miles away,

Go to the next level.

"Liangzhou Ci"

Far above the Yellow River among the white clouds,

A lonely city lies in the Wanren Mountain.

Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows?

The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.

Wang Bo

"Poetry of Prince Teng's Pavilion"

The high pavilion of Prince Teng is near Jiangzhu,

The jade-wearing Luan sings and dances.

The painted building is flying towards Nanpu clouds,

The bead curtain rolls in the west mountain rain at dusk.

The shadows in the leisurely cloud pool are long,

Things change and the stars move several autumns.

Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now?

The Yangtze River flows freely outside the threshold.

Li Bai

"Ascend the Phoenix Terrace in Jinling"

The Phoenix travels on the Phoenix Terrace,

The Phoenix goes to the Taikong River and flows by itself.

The flowers and plants of Wu Palace are buried in the secluded path,

The clothes of the Jin Dynasty have become ancient hills.

Beyond the blue sky and the three mountains,

a body of water divides Bailuzhou.

Always the floating clouds can break the sun,

The absence of Chang'an makes people sad.

"Early Departure from Baidi City"

The White Emperor's farewell speech is among the colorful clouds,

Thousands of miles of Jiangling are returned in one day.

The apes on both sides of the strait can’t stop crying.

The boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.

"Wanglu Mountain Waterfall"

The incense burner produces purple smoke in the sunshine,

Looking at the waterfall hanging in front of the river in the distance.

The flying current falls three thousand feet,

The Milky Way falls into the sky.

"Looking at Tianmen Mountain"

Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River,

The clear water flows eastwards to this point.

The green mountains on both sides of the strait face each other,

The lone sail comes from the sun.

"The Yellow Crane Tower Farewells Meng Haoran to Guangling"

The old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west,

Fireworks descend to Yangzhou in March.

The shadow of the solitary sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky,

Only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.

Cui Hao

"Yellow Crane Tower"

People in the past have taken the Yellow Crane to go there,

The Yellow Crane Tower is vacant here.

The yellow crane is gone and never returns,

The white clouds have been empty for thousands of years.

Qingchuan is full of Hanyang trees,

Parrot Island is full of fragrant grass.

Where is Rimu Xiangguan?

The Yanbo River makes people sad.

Bai Juyi

"Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake"

North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion,

The water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.

A few early orioles are vying for warmth in the trees,

Whose new swallows are pecking at the spring mud.

The random flowers are becoming more and more charming,

Only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves.

My favorite lake is not enough eastward,

The white sand embankment in the shade of green poplars.

"Ode to the Dusk River"

A ray of setting sun spreads over the water,

Half the river is rustling and half the river is red.

Poor third night of September,

The dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow.

Zhang Ji

"Night Mooring at Maple Bridge"

The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost,

The river maple is fishing and the fire is facing melancholy.

Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City,

The midnight bell rang to the passenger ship.

Liu Yuxi

"Bamboo Branch Ci"

The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level,

I hear the singing on the Langjiang River.

The sun rises in the east and rains in the west.

The road is ruthless and sunny.

Du Mu

"Spring in the South of the Yangtze River"

Thousands of miles away, the orioles sing and the green reflects the red,

The wind of wine flags in Shuicunshanguo.

There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty,

How many towers are in the mist and rain.

"Mountain Travel"

Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is slanted,

There are people living in the white clouds.

Stop and sit in the maple forest at night,

Frost leaves are as red as February flowers.

Zhang Hu

"Inscribed on Jinling Ferry"

Jinlingjin Crossing Shuishanlou,

Travelers can worry about it after a night.

The tide is falling in the night river and the moon is setting,

Two three-star fires are Guazhou.