Alas, the danger is high! The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky! Until two rulers of this region, pushed their way through in the misty ages! Forty-eight thousand years had passed, don't talk to Qin Sai. And the Great White Mountain, westward, still has only a bird's path, you can cross Mount Emei. Which was broken once by an earthquake and there were brave men lost, just finishing the stone rungs of their ladder toward heaven. High, as on a tall flag, six dragons drive the sun, while the river, far below, lashes its twisted course. Such height would be hard going for even a yellow crane, so pity the poor monkeys who have only paws to use. The Mountain of Green Clay is formed of many circles, each hundred steps, we have to turn nine turns among its mound. Panting, we brush Orion and pass the Well Star, then, holding our chests with our hands and sinking to the ground with a groan. We wonder if this westward trail will never have an end The formidable path ahead grows darker, darker still. With nothing heard but the call of birds hemmed in by the ancient forest, the male flies around the forest from the female. Jathyapple, and there come to us the melancholy voices of the cuckoos, sorrow empty mountain. It's hard to get through the Shu Road, but it's hard to get into the sky, even to hear of it turns the cheek pale. With the highest crag barely a foot below heaven, dry pines hang, head down, from the face of the cliffs. And a thousand plunging cataracts outroar one another, and send through ten thousand valleys a thunder of spinning stones. That's the risk, why do people come here who live at a safe distance?. Though Dagger-Tower Pass be firm and grim, and while one man guards it, ten thousand cannot force it. What if he be not loyal, but a wolf toward his fellows?. There are ravenous tigers to fear in the day, and venomous reptiles in the night, with their teeth and their fangs ready, killing people like hemp. Though the City of Silk be delectable, I would rather turn home quickly. The difficulty of the Shu road is difficult to get to the sky, and it is difficult to look sideways at the west for a long time.
the road-xuanbao
north and south, east and west, the vast dust of the ages. At the end of the river, there are pedestrians in the snow
the dangerous mountain leads to Shu, and the flat land leads to Qin. Those who camp for fame and fortune do not speak frequently.
Tao —— Li Qiao
The bronze camel is divided into Gongluo and the Jiange is low in Qionglai. Purple is three thousand miles, and brothels are twelve times as heavy.
Jade Pass is like snow, and the golden cave is Ma Rulong. Today, in the middle of the road, Yao Zun can meet more.
Road Construction —— Lu You
The rainy road is bad and muddy, and the wood and stones are in a constant stream. But if I can only walk, I have no halberd or high car.
The wheels never stop. Are they all wizards? I'm hungry alone.
"Huqiu Temple Road was heavy last year"-Bai Juyi
started from Shansi Road, with frequent land and water exchanges. Silver le leads the arrogant horse, and the flower boat carries the beauty. Lotus is everywhere, and the species of peaches and plums are still new. Good living on the lake embankment, long stay a spring.
the first time I came out of Lantian Road-Bai Juyi
stopped to ask about the road ahead, and the road was in the autumn clouds. Cangcang county south road, the journey begins here. On the top of the plate, all the mountains look down. Looking down at thousands of peaks, the peaks rise like waves. The DPRK passes through Han Gongban, and the blue bridge water flows in the evening. Xunyang is only 4 thousand, and it only takes 7 miles. People are tired of horseshoes, so is their toil.
Business on New Roads-Li Shangyin
6 businessmen on roads, which is rugged and ancient. The hive is dying in spring, and the tiger trap is dying in the morning. Distinguish between roads and springs, and people branch from trees. Who will take a shortcut and quickly plan to go to Qingyun.
Wang Zhou of "Road Times Covering the Pot Post" once went to Qingni Shu Road, but it was difficult, and the road was empty and the cloud was cold. How to go to Badong, thirty-six days outside the disk.
"Bian Road is Thing"-Wang Jian
The smoke of a thousand miles of river is straight, and the green locust is sandwiched by the shore. The end of the world is the same road, and people speak in different ways. Grass market Yingjiang goods, Jinqiao tax maritime business. Looking back at the forbidden city willow, I am haggard and unable to make it.
. Something drinks clear water, and the high forest hangs blue neon. It is more dangerous to browse the road, which drives the trace frequency. Audio-visual changes often, and the mind and soul are fascinated by each other. The waves and rocks suddenly shake, and the sand embankment is difficult to break. Beyond the dangerous peaks, ancient trees and clouds are floating together. Looking out at your county, great sages recruit more people. Tired horses love the old nest, and the birds are homesick. Chu Yu should be pitied and discarded like dust and mud.
. Where is Yanzhou? It's a long road.
Meet in the Narrow Road —— Shen Yue
meets Luoyang Road. Hit the running water car. Every road meets a thin child. Ask your family immediately. Your family is honest and easy to know. Easy to know and easy to remember. Longma is full of streets. The flying cover is at the door side. Wan Huhou the eldest son. The mouth flies and eats. The boy began to work as an official. The temperature is direct in the morning and evening. Introduction to all three sons. He Yiduo has many wings. Ruoruoqing is a group. Smoke is golden. The big woman sings around the beam. The mouth and the woman are intertwined. Little women have nothing to do alone. Talk behind closed doors. Luqi, give it a try. The xuanhe square drum wings.
Chang 'an Avenue-General Jiang
The green cover bears the light fog. The golden wan shines brightly. Let's pay a new visit in five days. Seven expensive early morning return. Magnificent and purple. The world of mortals flies. Yan Pingke at dusk. The wind blows the dance clothes.