The specific poem describing "Haikou" is as follows:
"Lu Shanren Paints Water" Fang Qian
Nothing can be turned into water, and the source of the water is hard to find in the mountains.
You can see the waves by wandering around, but you can't tell the shallowness and depth at a close distance.
But there is a cloud rising over the seaport, and there is no bright moon in the center of the pond.
I am here to learn from the old man of Fenxi River. Fishing with a white head for Huang is not Lu Shen.
"Sending Haizhou Lu Lushi" Geng Mao
When an official meets an official, he asks how the customs are.
Haikou is close to the rising sun, and Qingzhou is full of spring energy.
Peng Ying arrived in the suburbs, and the pavilions and mirages were harmonious.
Profit and loss are related to the work, and I look forward to listening to the song of the laborers.
"Reminiscences of Far Away" by Zhang Ji
The water and mountains are sinking, and the journey is winding through the woods.
There are few people on the deserted road, but the traces of horses can still be found.
A solitary tree in the snow, a lost bird in Haikou.
Leaving worries is like a long thread, lingering in my heart for thousands of miles.
"Water Melody Songtou"
In the fighting waves, Ning Yi steps on the sand dunes.
It is so charming to calmly spread your wings and sail across the sea.
Chasing the rain and piercing the clouds with spirit, flying across the vast expanse, evening out all the sorrow.
Dance to make the fish happy, and come and go in a leisurely way.
Riding a dragon in the mist, expressing feats and weaving preparations.
Just like an angel, singing gracefully and quietly.
The entertainment boat soars beautifully, the time is carefree and tireless, and the elegant charm covers the river.
More friends in the haze, in the evening and in the spring and autumn.
"Seagull"
Mo Xiao's body is not as light as an eagle, but he knows that his pride is hidden in his chest.
Watch the sunrise chasing the white waves in the morning, and watch the clouds rise and collect the rays of light in the evening.
My sad white hair dances against the wind, looking up to the sky and screaming in admiration for the mandarin ducks.
Wind, frost, rain and snow are unpredictable, but the geese are busy migrating.