Poems praising Yaochi

Partridge Sky (Cui Dunli)

The scenery of Queen Mother Yaochi is fresh. I don't know the year of the flat peach flower treasure. Heaven teaches people to laugh at the spring breeze and never die. Pierce, chanting clouds. Seal the furnace smoke with incense. Only peace is the real joy. We lived together in the Spring and Autumn Period for 8,000 years.

Recall the suburbs (Bao Rong)

Looking back at the altar on the outskirts of Huang Wu, nine military flags are all under the account of the South.

Six dragons control the sky, and the mother god shows true light.

Grass is born in strong heat, not the pulp that loves Yao in smoke.

Up to now, the ears are full of flutes and whistles, and I admire the phoenix dance in Yaochi.

Early Spring (Chen)

Snowflakes connect Yushu, and ice disperses Yaochi.

The flying birds are far away, and the green leaves are far uneven.