Poetry about harsh environment

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. Han Yu's "Moving Left to Lan Guanxian's Grandnephew's Neck" played a letter early, and fell to Chaozhou Road 8,000 late. If you want to eliminate disasters for the wise, you are willing to decline and cherish the old! Where is the home where the clouds cross the ridge? The heavy snow hindered the horse's progress. Knowing that you came all the way, you should have done it on purpose so that I could collect the bones by the river.

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