The two big sentences are not quatrains. . . Please suggest both kinds of poems
Rhythmic Poems
"Climbing Mount Lu" by Mao Zedong
A mountain flies to the edge of the river, leaping four hundred times into the lush greenery.
Looking at the world with cold eyes, the hot wind blows and rains in the sky.
There are nine floating yellow cranes in the clouds, and white smoke rises from three Wus below the waves.
Tao Ling doesn’t know where to go. Is there plowable land in the Peach Blossom Spring?
Quatrains
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 leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.