In ancient times, Wang Xizhi said with emotion, "I should die with joy!" "You want to go to Huangshan to travel.
A Qing Cao Wenzhai's poem describes Huangshan in this way: "Spring begins in April, and there is no summer at the age of one."
Bao Shen has the poem "Xiangfu Temple Summer Resort":
"The dense old trees are covered with moss, and I am looking for Cangshan all the way. The promenade in June doesn't know the heat, and the flying spring rings all day. "
Wang Guoxiang, a poet in A Qing, sang Snow from Huangshan Mountain;
"Yellow mountain, face violet. After a night of painting by the sky, the posture is different. Or for the Sui maid-in-waiting, three thousand from powder; Or for Shang Shanhao, you must be dumbfounded; Pine is hard to separate, and Yao Jiao becomes Yulong. The mouth of the cave was empty, and white clouds filled the air. Do I know micro-eyes, and the crystal is in the sky? Is it Liulang powder, burning lotus capacity? Mighty mica account, crystal everywhere. It is strange that once Huangshan Mountain becomes Baiyue Mountain, there will be 36 peaks in Tai Su Palace. ".
Zaju Qu and the strange tree with varicose veins stay cold and green, and the night waves are tied up in Shenchi. It snows all night in Huangshan, and there are many geese in Weishui.
I want to send my fifth uncle to Beijing and send him a farewell letter. I don't want to see you again If you want to take Huangshan Road, there is no reason to look and think about it.
Princess Anle's new residence should be composed of Wuping,, and Huangshan Pavilion. Divided into seats and song stages. Since horses are like dragons, people doubt learning from the phoenix. Fortunately, we joined Di Calyx, so why did we meet Zou Mei?
Seventeen poems by Qiu Pu Li, Bai Qiupu apes are sad at night, and Huangshan Mountain is like a bald head. Qingxi is not a long stream, but a heartbroken stream. You can't go if you want to. When to return to Japan, rain and tears are lonely.
Send monks to watch the show and burn incense, wishing Hailing a dream. Even if it is realized, it cannot be taken lightly. The fire in Huangshan Mountain broke the ground. Li remembered that it was also for the temple to meet.
Judge and Taoist Huang Huangfu, doctor and Taoist Huang, values money over people. Mount Tai will win, while the East China Sea can only win the cup. Green ribbons hide clouds, and black towels change deer tires. Six ghosts are in the grave, waiting for you tonight
Send Li Yidong back to Zhouhe Huangshan, far from Qin Shu, and the Forbidden City is diagonally opposite Tongwei City. Don't leave green willow hair on the road, the front stream is desert peanuts. The breeze echoes the guests, and the sunset is attentive to the early warbler. The golden urn has not been drunk, and the banquet song has been heard.
Send Li Yidong a palindrome to Ting Yun. Huangshan Mountain is far from Qin Shu, and the Forbidden City tends to be Tongwei City. Don't be weak, the moss flows forward. The breeze shakes the guests back, and the bright moon sets the early warbler. The golden urn has not been drunk, and the banquet song has been heard.
After the rain, it is advisable to be adjacent to Shangyuan, Huangshan and Guigong in Nansu City. The rain breaks the green peaks and the smoke opens unexpectedly. Play with birds, cross the water and fall into the rainbow. At sunset, the forest was completely dark and the clouds were in the air. The sound of mountain springs is like a stone stream, and the sound of the earth is like a rock wind.
Wu Qujiang Gorge in Nanchang Beach is tortuous and arrives late by boat. Shaking his dream, Batumi pointed, smiled and recited poems. She stayed in Mai Huangshan's belly, and the flowers on her back were white water. There is no end to the search for pity. This trip is a one-person trip.
How did Zhen become a mediocre official three years after sending Liu's school book? Every time I fail to honor or disgrace, I will faint in the morning. It's easier to get old than to pay for a bosom friend. The residual warbler in the imperial garden cries the sunset, and the drizzle in Huangshan returns to the porch. Looking back at Han Jiacheng's house, who was going to sweep the heavy door yesterday?