"Mountain Travel" (Du Mu)
Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is slanted, 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.
"Moonlight Night" (Liu Fangping)
The moonlight is deeper than half of the house, and the North Dipper is tilted to the south.
Tonight I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen.
"Mountain Trip to Lushan" (Mei Yaochen)
Suitable for the wild feeling, thousands of mountains are high and low again.
Good peaks bloom everywhere, and secluded paths lead alone.
The frost falls, the bear rises up the tree, and the deer drinks from the stream in the empty forest.
Where are they? There is a sound of chicken outside the clouds.
"Tian Jingsha·Autumn Thoughts" (Ma Zhiyuan)
Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water.
On the ancient road, the west wind blows and the horse is thin, the sun sets, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.