Mountain travel
Don Dumu
In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Endless longing
Nan Tang Li Yu
One mountain, two mountains,
The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the fog is cold.
Chrysanthemums are in full bloom, but chrysanthemums are still there.
The goose that flies high has not returned, and there is no curtain.
Visit autumn
Tang Li Shangyin
It's dangerous to wake up when the wine is blown thin.
When the sun goes down, the sail pad will return to the wind.
The smoke belt in Longtan is white, and the bird road in Xia Fen is red.
Feng Dan is the only gift in autumn.
Jiangling's sadness and hope for his son's safety
Don Yu Xuan Ji
There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails.
Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.
Youth journey
river
The maple forest is red and green, and the guests are full of gulls.
In the past 20 years, homeless people have planted bamboo, and bamboo is still named after bamboo.
The spring breeze hasn't arrived yet, and the autumn wind has come.
I only wrote my life as a song.
Step on the sand
Zhang songlun
Autumn enters Yunshan, everything is natural and unrestrained, and all kinds of scenery are comparable to pictures.
Feng Dan leaves the edge of Yun Lan, and the yellow flowers are under the rocks.
I have been happy for a beautiful day, and I am pitiful for a clearer night. A bright moon hangs in the forest.
Song Lao often talked with the savage period and got carried away.
Seeing the Ming and Qing Dynasties off in a county town in Jiangxi.
Liming panlong
The green maple whispers about the rain, and the autumn scenery is fascinating.
If you are alone, you will pity the guests, and the white clouds will send you to Jiangxi.
The operator is slow, and Jiang Feng is old.
Song Liu Yong
Jiang Feng is old, Ting Hui is half withered, and everything is ruined.
It was autumn when the Chuks boarded the plane.
Dredge anvil, intermittent setting sun.
For the evening scene, I miss the distance, and new sorrows and old hatreds come and go.
Acacia people are thousands of miles apart. The two places miss each other's feelings and are separated by Qian Shan.
The rain stopped, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the twelve Qingfeng peaks could not be seen in the distance.
Without words, who will rely on high intentions?
It says that 10,000 kinds of people leave their intestines vertically. Who will send Nai Guiyun?