To see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the same kind of poem on the night before.

Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

By going up one flight of stairs, look further.

Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring water warms the duck prophet.

Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.

Don't be afraid of clouds covering your eyes, just because you are at the highest peak.

A thousand miles on the side of a sinking boat, a sick tree stands in front of Wan Muchun.

Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere. (Zhu's Spring Day)

After all, the world is just a small place.

... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. (Wang Wan's "A Stop at the foot of Beibao Mountain")

Looking at Lushan Mountain from the front and side of peaks and valleys, from far, near, high and low places, Lushan Mountain presents various faces. I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there.

Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. (Du Fu's "Wang Yue")

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. (Su Shi's "Water Tune Heading-When is the Bright Moon")

Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

Ask where the canal is so clear, only the source of living water comes.