The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

Bamboo whispered to the washerwoman who came home. The lotus leaf gave in before the fishing boat.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

Wang Wei (70 1 ~ 76 1), a famous poet in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, was a high-ranking official and was originally from Qi (now Qixian, Shanxi).

The poem "Autumn Night in the Mountains" shows the world a beautiful picture: after a new rain, my valley becomes quieter and quieter, night falls, and a cool breeze blows gently, making people feel more autumn. The bright moonlight reflected the pine forest, and the spring water gurgled over the stone. There were bursts of laughter and laughter in the bamboo forest. It turns out that the washerwoman is back and the lotus leaves are floating. That's a fishing boat going down the river. Although the fragrance of spring has long gone, I am intoxicated by this wonderful autumn color and still yearn to stay here.

The poet Wang Wei expressed his yearning for nature through the bright moon.