Poetry about Maijishan 1. Maijishan's poems
1, Maijishan, crossing Qingwei in the north, crossing southward gradually, and in the middle of the wheat field, a stone rises and looks like a folk wheat field all around, hence the name. -Five Dynasties Yutang gossip.
2. There are few residual monks in the wild temple, and the mountain road is high. Musk sleeps on carnations and parrots peck at golden peaches. Stone pierces people, cliff locks the house, and it is late to go to the pavilion. -Du Fu's Mountain Temple
Maiji Mountain, located in Maiji District, Tianshui City, Gansu Province, is an isolated peak in Xiaolongshan, with an altitude of 1.42 meters, so it is named because the mountain shape resembles a wheat pile. Maijishan Grottoes were founded in 384-4 17, with grottoes 22 1, clay sculptures 10632 and murals 1300 square meters. It is famous for its exquisite clay sculpture art and is known as the Oriental Sculpture Art Exhibition Hall.
Maiji Mountain Scenic Area consists of five sub-scenic spots, namely Maiji Mountain, Xianrenya, Shimen, Quxi and Jieting Hot Spring 180. With rich and diverse biological types and species, it is known as the "crown of forest springs in Longshang" and has far-reaching tourism value. It is a dazzling artistic pearl and the most potential tourist attraction on the golden tourist route of the ancient Silk Road.
Maijishan Grottoes: World cultural heritage, national AAAAA tourist attractions, national key scenic spots, national forest parks, national geological parks, national key cultural relics protection units, and one of the four major grottoes in China.
2. What are the poems that sing Maijishan?
Poets of all ages have praised Maijishan: there are few residual monks in Dufuye Temple, and the mountain garden is narrow and high.
Musk-eyed carnations, parrots chanting golden peaches. The stone passes through people, but the cliff puts the house in prison.
It's late at the top of the pavilion. Mackey misty rain, Li Tianqi, McKee peak, stone ridge lingering Committee, cliff sinus exquisite.
Thousands of buddhas live in one room, and the valley is full of wind. Will reach the summit, and thousands of cows will enter the sky.
Misty, dream and emperor. Dengmaiji Mountain Wang Ji (Qing) Hanshan Mountain is vast and lush.
Looking around the peaks, I can see images of snowflakes flying. The sky flies around the intestines of sheep, and there are few birds in the sky.
After the tour, Shi Yun was full of oil, and a flowing bay of water sent it. Out of the gorge, I saw Maijishan Ren Qichang out of the gorge, looking flat, and the autumn moon in Juanjuan was bright.
Wet clouds return to distant caves, and the path is cool and breezy. Village willow smoke accumulates, and the canal flows smoothly.
The green river has stones and bright crystals. The mountain fruit is sweet and edible, and the beads are full.
Cinnabar and painting are difficult to name. Qiu Cheng, big or small, can see things at first sight.
Riding forward, the peak is covered. Mountain gods like me, and Yue Xian welcomes me.
Do you know any poems about Maijishan?
Poets of all ages have praised Maijishan: there are few residual monks in Dufuye Temple, and the mountain garden is narrow and high.
Musk-eyed carnations, parrots chanting golden peaches. The stone passes through people, but the cliff puts the house in prison.
It's late at the top of the pavilion. Mackey misty rain, Li Tianqi, McKee peak, stone ridge lingering Committee, cliff sinus exquisite.
Thousands of buddhas live in one room, and the valley is full of wind. Will reach the summit, and thousands of cows will enter the sky.
Misty, dream and emperor. Dengmaiji Mountain Wang Ji (Qing) Hanshan Mountain is vast and lush.
Looking around the peaks, I can see images of snowflakes flying. The sky flies around the intestines of sheep, and there are few birds in the sky.
After the tour, Shi Yun was full of oil, and a flowing bay of water sent it. Out of the gorge, I saw Maijishan Ren Qichang out of the gorge, looking flat, and the autumn moon in Juanjuan was bright.
Wet clouds return to distant caves, and the path is cool and breezy. Village willow smoke accumulates, and the canal flows smoothly.
The green river has stones and bright crystals. The mountain fruit is sweet and edible, and the beads are full.
Cinnabar and painting are difficult to name. Qiu Cheng, big or small, can see things at first sight.
Riding forward, the peak is covered. Mountain gods like me, and Yue Xian welcomes me.