Modern poems about mountains are very short.

1: The rocks on Helan Mountain are covered with pictures of ancient times, including genitals of birds, animals, insects and fish. The initial worship of human life left its mark on Helan Mountain in October, much like the intellectual woman on the top of the mountain. Under the valley of a sun hat, a group of deer were alive and kicking in the singing mountain stream, and the waterfall poured sleeping stones.

Helan stone is simple and elegant, but unfortunately it is involved in the pockets of robbers. It's going to burst its banks with the Yellow River. Raindrop is a frequent visitor to Helan at three or two o'clock, so we have to leave in a hurry to have a look. The Xixia Mausoleum, lying still like the sea, quietly listened to the thoughts of Muslims. What's the next stop? 2. You haven't changed. I found my milk name from your arms, and I deeply call on you to respond in a playful way, as if remembering the past. The memory of turning the grass stone is blurred, and the shadow in the distance is still waiting for you. The mountain was covered with a veil and shrouded in mysterious colors. There is a cave at the foot of the mountain. There are countless stories that have happened for thousands of years. The mountains sing day and night. The mountains and rivers are old, and it will always be like this.