What are some poems that describe the good air in the morning and the beautiful scenery?

1. Autumn darkness in the mountains

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring rocks flow upward.

Translation

The empty mountains were bathed in a new rain. Night fell and the air was cool, as if it had already arrived in autumn.

The bright moon sheds clear light from the gaps between the pines, and clear spring water flows on the rocks.

2. Spring day

Song Dynasty: Zhu Xi

The beautiful day brings beauty to the shore of Surabaya, and the boundless scenery is new for a while.

Easy to recognize the east wind, colorful colors are always spring.

Translation

It is a beautiful and sunny spring outing on the shore of Surabaya, and the boundless scenery takes on a new look.

Everyone can see the face of spring. The spring breeze blows flowers into bloom and is a riot of purple and red. Spring scenery is everywhere.

3. Morning Rising

The author Bai Juyi lived in the Tang Dynasty

The old bird moves in the front forest, and the morning light reaches the east room.

The copper stove adds morning incense, and the sarong extinguishes the remaining candles.

The wind has recovered a little when I wake up, my eyes are full and I am just beginning to sleep.

I sat up without thinking and tapped my teeth thirty-six times.

How to relieve Suzhai with a cup of mica porridge.

Translation: Perching in the woods in front of the door, the birds get up early and play in the woods, and the morning sunshine climbs up to the eaves of the east side. The first wisp of agarwood in the morning was lit in the copper stove, and the remaining candles in the sarong were extinguished. The wind was blowing harder and harder, my mind was clear, but my sleepy eyes were hazy. I got up and sat down, thinking and remembering nothing, tapping my teeth a few times. What can solve my problem of fasting after waking up? A cup of mica porridge is enough.

4. Inscribed on the Buddhist temple behind Poshan Temple

Tang Chang Jian

Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.

The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees.

The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart.

Everything is silent here, except for the sound of bells and chimes.

Translation

I walked into this ancient temple early in the morning, and the rising sun reflected the woods on the mountain.

The bamboo forest shades the path leading to the deep depths, and the flowers and trees in front and behind the Zen room are luxuriant and colorful.

The bright mountain light makes the birds more happy, and the clear water in the pond also refreshes the mind and purifies the mind.

Everything is silent at this moment, leaving only the sound of bells and chimes.

5. Willow Branch Ci

Tang Dynasty: He Zhizhang

The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.

I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Translation

The tall willow trees are covered with new green leaves, and the soft willow branches hang down, like thousands of gently fluttering green ribbons.

Whose skillful hands cut these thin leaves? It turned out to be the warm spring breeze in February, like a pair of dexterous scissors.