Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. Wang Yue
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. Climb the balcony
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which greatly protect all the smiles of the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are as quiet as mountains. The autumn wind broke the hut.
Reading breaks thousands of volumes, and writing is like a god. Give Wei Zuocheng Twenty-two Rhymes
The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones. "From Beijing to Fengxian, chanting 500 words"