A poem describing climbing high and looking far.

1, weeping willows sing orioles, if you want friends. Chun Qing couldn't stand it. She was worried about killing the woman in the boudoir. Climb the stairs at dusk, who is poor and small. -Ayla Zhang's Two Poems in Spring

2. Before and after the Castle Peak, look up at two places. What are these two places today? Kawahara, where the smoke scene is full, makes people full of white hair. -Huang Furan's "Mountaineering Song"

3. It's already a lonely flower in the world. It's a pity to be lonely. You can't climb to see it when you are old, especially when you are old. -Si Kongtu's "September 8"

Judging from the injuries, Liu Fa Bloom reflected the ancient city. The heyday has gone with the flowing water, and the orioles are empty and old in spring. -Wu's "Lv Gucheng"

5, Chongyang blocked the rain and grabbed the cup, and the chrysanthemums did not open. It's better to climb the mountain and wait and see, and the solitary smoke shines back to the horse. -Si Kongtu's "Chongyang Block Rain"

6. I want to climb the mountain hand in hand, but I have no intention when I get to the door. That is, you have more hair on your head, as he did when he was young-Zhu Fang said, "I have to have a meeting with Yang Ning and Cui Shu on the 9 th, and I have to climb the river up the mountain, so I can't give it to them."

7. The five cities outside the Dongfeng River are noisy, and the southern guest robes are full of tears. I'm worried about climbing alone, but clouds and trees have seriously hurt my soul. -Wu's "Spring in Seri"

8, Ji Ting Xiao Se old friend, where to climb and send it back. At present, I will share Fang Ju wine with you today, but I should have a rest in the Ming Dynasty. -Wang Zhihuan's "Nine Days Farewell"

9. When you visit Taoism, you will see a cloud flag on the cliff. You can see everything you do, and it's too late to control the six dragons. Looking back at the sky, climb high and speak sharply. May you live long because of the mountains. -Sun Wei's "Fenghe Denghuichang Mountain should be built"

10, strong desire to compare, no one sent wine. I look at my hometown Chang 'an with a heavy heart. The chrysanthemums around this battlefield are scattered. -Cen Can's "Thinking about Chang 'an's hometown on March 9 (when Chang 'an did not receive it)"

1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 / Kloc-0/ 1 10 In a sharp gale, apes whimpered from the vast sky, and birds flew home to the clear lakes and white sands. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged. -Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain"

12, autumn leaves blowing yellow rustling, sunny clouds shining white scales. When I come back, I must ask Connors. How many people are drunk today? -Zhang Wei's "Nine Days Banquet"

13, where to climb, you will see Qiongzhi, Bailu Huanghua around the fence. Only the mountains in the building are beautiful, and the residual water in the rice fields enters the autumn pool. -Yang Shihe's "Send Pei School Book"

14, the mountain covers the day, and the ocean drains the golden river. Make further progress-Wang Zhihuan's "Heron Tower"

15, Wang Huai conspired with others alone, and heard that loyalists were all in turmoil. I can't see the mountains today, and Chu Yunxiang's water is leisurely. -Dai Shulun's Xiangchuan Wang Ye

16. It's admirable to climb to the top of juvenile court, and white chrysanthemums are piled up like frost. Interest calculation is more eager to take medicine, and now it is the seventieth Chongyang. -Si Kongtu's Three White Chrysanthemums

17, three days of pleasure, two years of worry about Changsha. Every climb looks like a memory, not to mention that this building belongs to Yu's family. -Bai Juyi, "March 3 to send Yu 32"

18, the wind is soft and the scenery is warm, and the fragrance is rich. After reading it for a long time, I believe that beauty is not my hometown. -Shen Huan's "The Poem of Fighting with Your Fetus"