1. "Inscription on the Wall of Xilin Temple" looks like a ridge from the side and a peak from the side, with different heights near and far. I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain.
2. "Climbing Lushan and Huai Li Ten Envoys Jun Bo" read in Lushan and worked at the foot of Lushan. The flat lake dips at the foot of the mountain, and the cloud peaks face the empty pavilion. The red pods are about to fall, and the white birds come and fall from time to time. I still think that living in seclusion is the best, and the rocks are shaking and rushing down.
3. "First Arrival in Lushan" by Su Shi If the green mountains are untouched, the mountains will not be close to each other. If you want to know the face of Lushan Mountain, he is an old friend. Since the past, I have cherished the appreciation of the Qing Dynasty and wandered in the mist. Now it is no longer a dream, it is really Lushan. Mango shoes, green bamboo stick, hanging a hundred coins for travel. It's strange that in the deep mountains, no one knows the old prince.
4. "Climbing Mount Lushan and Carrying Li Ten Envoys to Jun Bo" read in Lushan Mountain and worked at the foot of Lushan Mountain. The flat lake dips at the foot of the mountain, and the cloud peaks face the empty pavilion. The red pods are about to fall, and the white birds come and fall from time to time. I still think that living in seclusion is the best, and the rocks are shaking and rushing down.
5. "Under the Passing Lushan Mountain" The clouds are about to haze the mountain, and the force is as strong as the drifting wind in the south. The group of people are in harmony, and they are courageous in the past. The pity is in the sky, and the purple emerald mist appears from time to time. The wild geese are not lost. In the east ridge, the dragon rises out of the west niche. For a while, he sits and laughs, and talks in various ways. The heavy rain breaks the ridge, and the clear blast sweeps away the culverts. The pavilion is the purple sky peak, the graceful white stone nunnery. The five elders count the pines and snow, and the twin streams fall into the Tiantan. Although the cloud prays silently, I feel ashamed to have moved the text.