Poems about climbing mountains?

1. About "Mountaineering" \x0d Tang Dynasty poet Li Haoyou \x0d "Going up the mountain by day, we scan the sky as a torch, and at dusk we drink horses in the border river" \x0d Mountaineering trip-Du Mu in Tang Dynasty \x0d is far away in the cold mountain, and there are people in the depths of white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. \ x0d- antiques. X0d "Looking at Yue"-Du Fu \x0d Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. Once you climb to the top of the mountain and peek, you will see that other mountains are dwarfed under the sky ... \x0d Tao Jin Yuanming: Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. \x0d Song Guoxi: The spring mountain is bleak and smiling, the summer mountain is green and dripping, the autumn mountain is bright and clean as makeup, and the winter mountain is bleak and sleepy. \x0d Tang Sikong map: Everything meets. The distance is different. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I live here. \x0d Tang: This river runs through the heavens and the earth, with and without mountains. \x0d Tang Hanyu: The Jiangluo Belt is like a jade hairpin. \x0d Tang Libai: Five Old Peaks in the southeast of Lushan Mountain cut out Jin Furong from the green hills. Jiujiang is beautiful, so I will make my home here in Yun Song. \x0d Tang: That's the beauty of mountains. X0d Tang Libai: Mount Tai is craggy and Xia Yun is here. It is suspected that Bai Bo rises in the East China Sea. \x0d Yang Hao, Bird: Clouds come to the mountains better, clouds go to the mountains like pictures, and the mountains are bright because of clouds. \x0d2。 A poem about "watching the sea" X0d hides the day in Mount X0d in Lusu-Wang Zhihuan, and the sea exhausts the golden river, but you are 300 miles wide and more. Tianya * * * At this time, it brings a separated heart and a long thought at night. Although I blew out the candle, it was not dark. Although I put on my coat, it was not warm, so I left my message to the moon and then turned to my bed, hoping to have a dream. \x0d, I feel that I will go out to meet the cold in the autumn night-a land trip, three rivers and seas in Wan Li, and five thousand mountains climbing skyscrapers. The adherents shed tears and dust, looking forward to another year in Julian Waghann. \x0d, at the foot of Gubei Mountain-Wang Wan.