Poetry praising Henan's cultural heritage

1, where life is like, it should be like walking through the snow in Hong Fei. I accidentally left my fingers and claws in the mud, and Hong Fei was driving that complicated thing. The old monk is dead and has become a new tower. There is no reason to look at the old topic with a broken wall. Remember whether the past was rugged or not, and the long road was full of people.

2, throwing willows and moving Joe is too affectionate, making fun of the machine when handing over. Luoyang flowers in March, such as brocade, how long does it take to weave?

3. Suitability and wildness are just right, and Qianshan is high and low. Along the way, the mountain range in front of me is constantly changing, and a person is immersed in the winding and deep wild road, but forgets where to go. The sun rises, the snow melts, the mountains look more silent and empty, the silly bear is slowly climbing the tree, and the deer is leisurely sipping the stream. Where is he? There are chickens outside the cloud.