Who knows some poems about Lishui Qingyuan covered bridges, mushrooms and scenery? Urgent. . . . You'd better write down where it comes from.

Liu Zaoqing? 6? 1 Qingyuan covered bridge (Fuyu) runs north-south and east-west. A flying bridge is like a rainbow. Lying on the waves of Ling Bo, with the eaves upturned, is wonderful. Still unabated. The treasure of the country is famous in the universe. The sun and the moon compete for brilliance, the mountains and rivers add luster, and China is extraordinary. Song and Yang Wanli sang that the mountains are empty and rainy, and the osmanthus and pine juice are floating. The soil paste is loose and warm, and the mushroom balls are steamed out. Put on fallen leaves, stand up quickly and push away hundreds of fallen leaves. The wax surface is yellow and purple, and the crisp stems are delicate and crisp. Color like goose's feet, taste like honey, smooth as shredded pork. An umbrella is not as good as a nail in the hat, and its teeth are not as good as musk deer's avoidance when they are young. They can eat mushroom cheese. You can't make a soup in a day, but you can still store surplus when you make wax.