Ask the seven-character poem to end with an poem.

Farewell to my friend Chen, who went out to miss his hometown on the Qingfeng Mountain that we could still see in the evening when we left at dawn. You hide thousands of books in your arms. You hold your head high and never bow your head.

At night, the bell of Lu Men Song Meng Haoran Mountain Temple came at night, and fishermen boarded the ferry.

A suggestion of Lushan Mountain The five mountains of Li Bai in Xuzhou, Lu are sacred mountains, and there is no way to think far, according to my lifelong habit. I climbed to the top. I look around the world, and the vast rivers are gone forever. The wind in Huang Yun has driven a hundred miles, and Liu Xueshan in Bai Bo.

In my dream, I climbed Tianmu Mountain, where Li Bai was alive and kicking, and the mountains and rivers were stormy and stormy. Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog. But let me raise a white deer on my green hillside and ride to you when I need you, Dashan. Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face.