Poetry about height

The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.

Chen Ziang, on the tower of Youzhou.

Where were those lost times before me? Behind me, where are the future generations? I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, there is no end, I am alone, my tears fall down.

Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.

Wang Wei

As a stranger in a foreign land,

Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.

Know where the brothers climb,

There is one person missing from the dogwood.

March for nine days, thinking about Chang' an home.

Cen Can

A strong desire to climb high,

Nobody brought wine.

Pity the chrysanthemums in my hometown,

Blooming near the battlefield

Don't be afraid of clouds to cover your eyes and reach the peak.

The clouds are red and the sun is low, and all corners of the country can see it. This poem is a dramatic poem by Tang Bohu.

Climbing Mount Tai (thirty-six songs)

Song Qing witch

There are thousands of boards near the purple dome, and the highest peak is empty.

Tianmen opens the golden key according to the agreement, and the jade rainbow hangs on the cloud road.

The creeping weeds have been deserted for a long time, and the pine trees cover the Vatican Palace.

Looking back at the sunset, China lit nine cigarettes.

Summit in April.

Suddenly I saw Mingxia talking about Haidong, and Tianji sang even at the beginning.

The night in Qian Shan is dark and the morning is red.

This is a sincere understanding, but I came to see it.

The escort side is about three times, and the hand is in the sky.

Reach the summit in August.

The dream is broken. Oh, look at the rising sun in Ran Ran.

I heard Qinghai boiling in the distance and caught a glimpse of colorful clouds.

Rotten brocade flies to thousands of feet, and gold surges to a thousand sides.

Fusang is really promising. Look ahead and board first. Hmm. How interesting