I can only have a glass of Liuxia wine, and how long will the flute and drum play in the air?
Moso bamboo grows in Wuyi Cave, and even my great-grandchildren will not come.
——Li Shangyin's "Wuyi Mountain"
After ten years of dreamlessness, I have to return home and become independent in Qingfeng Yeshuiya.
The sky and the earth are lonely, the mountains and the rain have stopped, how many lifetimes can we cultivate plum blossoms?
——Xie Fangde's "Wuyi Mountain"
There is no road in Wuyi, and the hairy paths are not ventilated.
If you want to live in Magu, the fairy city is half empty.
——Xu Ning's "Fairy City in Wuyi Mountain"
Every spring comes from the southeast, and the Jianxi River is warm and the ice opens slightly.
The strange tea by the stream is the best in the world, planted by Wuyi immortals from ancient times.
——Fan Zhongyan's "Wuyi Tea Song"
You don't know Wuyi Jun until you read Feng Chan's book less.
I visited Mount Si in the evening, and the outstanding figures were not what I heard in the past.
Thirty-six peaks, clear autumn without clouds.
The sky is full of chickens in the morning, and the cliffs are buzzing at night.
The nest is sent to a thousand people, and the wilderness misses Xixuan.
The wind and rain shed the jade bones, which is difficult to say in ordinary terms.
It is impossible to creep on the elixir ladder, and it is also difficult to climb the vines.
I entered the boat upstream and was startled by the flock of white gulls.
——Lu You's "Traveling to Wuyi"
He has a good book and a good moral character, and he has a good writing skills and entered Fujian from Zhizhi.
Only parrots must return to the Forbidden City, and pearls and shoes cannot be called poverty.
Wuyi Mountain is surrounded by fairy clouds, and Luo Nu Lake leads to the sea and the trees are spring.
There should be more good news from now on, don’t forget the idle man on the river.
——Guan Xiu's "Sending Zheng Ge to Fujian Province"
Baiyun followed me to the rooftop and returned on the Jinhua Road.
I can’t stay in Qifeng Pavilion, and the wild apes mourn under Wuyi Mountain.
——Bai Yuchan's "Twenty Poems of Qu Gong"
I had nothing to do in front of Zhijin Hall, so I turned around and entered Wuyi Mountain.
If you could learn how to plant and herb back then, it would not be difficult for you to see white cranes and green clouds.
——Bai Yuchan's "Gift to Chen Kongmu"
There is a dragon in the Wuyi Mountains. The mane rolls in the clouds and rains heavily, turning it into an old man with a white beard. A thunderous thunder broke through the mountain and six people were taken out, and a copper ring was set up to guard the tiger. It was said that it was a strong general who rained down on the earth. The old man can't help himself even if he smiles. He has read thousands of scriptures in the mountains. I am also walking in the wind coldly. I met an old friend on the Hongya Road. He held up his hand and pointed at the old man's mouth. The green cow and purple energy are close to the river. The wind of the big roc is ninety thousand miles away. Looking back at Penglai, there is shallow clear water.
——Chen Jie's "Yu Feng Xing Farewells Wuyi Taoist Xie Dieshan"
I haven't been to Wuyi Mountain for ten years, and I have almost no contact with the gods.
Nine curves are still wrapped in green peaks, and one peak is still painted on the eaves.
The gurgling wild water stream turns around, and the misty autumn clouds are leisurely.
I see that the mountains and rivers are as muddy as ever, and I see spots on my temples.
——Liu Xueji's "Wuyi Mountain"
Throughout the ages, Wuyi Mountain has come to search for the Nine Turns Pill.
The cloud seals the worship stone, and the moon washes the steps on the empty altar.
No need to cook white jade, Danxia can be eaten by itself.
The nine meanders of the unfinished stream can only be seen through drawings.
——Zhao Shisu's "Wuyi"
Lingyue marked the true ultimatum, and the solitary peak entered the purple atmosphere.
The wisteria hides in the fairy cave, and the apes and birds frighten the crowd.
The ancient road has been there for thousands of years, with thousands of overhangs and gorges.
The Han altar is mossed in autumn, who worships Lord Wuyi?
——Yang Yi's "Ten Ode to Jianxi, One of the Wuyi Mountains"