Yin Yu's poems about objects

Tao Tianquan: (Journey 15)

Open to the north wind, the plain is far away,

Only the words of the sun and the moon are inexhaustible, how can it be clear?

Feeling and Singing: (Journey 18)

Climb Mount Tai and make a small world. At the end of Lingyun, the more you look at other people's world, the smaller it is.

I call myself at the top of Mount Tai. Who can see the world? What is this?