The feeling of writing a diary composition of Taishan poetry

The majesty of Mount Tai in Wangfu! Endless green spans Qilu and Qilu .. The creator has given all the mysterious grace to nature here, and the yin and yang cut the dawn. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, birds fly back and forth before my nervous eyes ... trying to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. Li Bai visited Mount Tai in July, and went to Shiping Imperial Road in Mount Tai to open six dragons and cross the valley. He followed the path around the now mossy Bifeng Mountain, and the water suddenly loosened. He mourned the strange cliff in the north and destroyed the stone fan in the east of the cave door. Xing Lei Yun climbed to the top and looked at Peng Ying. Imagine the gold and silver platform, Tianmen, a long whistle, the Wan Li breeze, four or five girls swaying down, smiling and smiling, leaving me with a beautiful hand. Why are you carefree when you die in a small universe? Secondly, you rode a white deer straight to Tianmen Mountain, where you met a feather. You were so proud, but you wanted to talk, but you covered up Qingyun Pass, leaving my bird book and drifting down the rocks. Reading in ancient times was not idle. These three sighs are not returned by the teacher, and they raise their hands to open the clouds and close the air, like the Yellow River from the west to the distant mountains, and they have seen the cliff for a long time. Occasionally, I am a teenager with blue hair and double clouds. I am a late learner. Zhu Yan hesitated, but I couldn't see it. It's hard to catch up It's hard to climb up. It's hard to catch up It's hard to catch up After singing, the gods protect me and I am in the clouds. If my wings grow up, I will climb the cliff and look at the sun. I'll peek at the door. The pheasant has already sounded the silver platform first, and turned over the white waves. The water is far away the day before yesterday, and the blue peaks compete for thousands of valleys, and there is no trace in the clouds. Long pine into the clouds, not enough Chinese, different mountains and flowers. Zhong Bai in the five snows will finally meet with peace, refining jade liquid here and drinking Wang Mu pond in the sixth dynasty. Tianmen Pass holds the harp alone, the mountains are white at night, the wind is quiet, fairies swim in Bifeng, and music is quiet and entertaining everywhere. Qing Hui Yu Zhen even Cui Wei imagined the phoenix dancing and the dragon and tiger dancing together.