Mountain Walk
Du Mu
Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there are people living in the white clouds.
I park my car and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February.
The maple tree on the east side of the fence in the mountains is pregnant with Chengdu
Lu You
Under the red building in the west corner of Wumen, there is a red maple tree.
Looking back at old travels is like in a dream, leaning against the balcony with tears blown by the west wind.
Night mooring in Niuzhu, nostalgic for the past
Li Bai
At night in Niuzhu Xijiang River, there is no cloud in the blue sky.
When I boarded the boat and looked at the autumn moon, I remembered General Xie.
I can chant loudly, but others cannot hear it.
In the Ming Dynasty, sails and mats were hung, and maple leaves fell one after another.