A poem written by Su Shi during his visit to Mount Lu is as follows:
1. "Three Poems on First Entry into Mount Lu"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
If the green mountains are without elements, the mountains will not be close to each other.
To know the face of Lushan Mountain, he was an old friend.
Since the past, I have cherished the pure appreciation and wandered around in my mind.
It’s not a dream now, it’s really in Lushan.
Mango shoes, green bamboo stick, hang a hundred coins on your own to travel.
It’s strange that in the deep mountains, everyone knows the old prince.
2. "Two Victories in Mount Lushan (Combined Narration)"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
I traveled to Mount Lushan and gained fifteen or six points from the north to the south.
The extraordinary victory is almost unbeatable, but I am too lazy to write poetry.
A special selection (two poems written by the author)
3. "Sending Jian Taoist Priests Back to Mount Lu"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
Things have knowledge and depend on their breath, so they can go in and out without anything to do.
The room is not empty when there is no sky in the heart, and the six chisels are fighting each other and the women are vying for seats.
The master fled into Lushan Mountain, but no one in the mountain returned.
The past is empty and lost, and this body is in the midst of no return.
In the endless breeze, the inner and outer elixirs become a snap.
After three thousand years of admiration in the world, I rode a crane and came back to travel with my son.
4. "Climbing Mount Lu"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
Studying in Mount Lu, working at the foot of Mount Lu.
The flat lake dips at the foot of the mountain, and the cloud peaks face the empty pavilion.
The red lotuses are about to fall, and the white birds come and fall from time to time.
I still think that living in seclusion is the best, and the rocks are shaking and rushing down.
5. "Going to the foot of Mount Lu (also cited)"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi Pray.
At noon, the peaks are majestic, pretending to be a poem.
Chaotic clouds are about to haze the mountains, and the wind blows southward.
The group of warriors responded in harmony and bravely competed for the throne.
Poor Hui Wei, purple green mist appears from time to time.
The wild goose disappears in the east ridge, and the dragon soars to the west niche.
I sit and laugh for a while, and talk in various ways.
The heavy rain broke through the ridge, and the clearing swept away the mud.
Where can I go?
The pavilion of Zixiao Peak and the graceful White Stone Temple.
The five elders count the pines and snow, and the twin streams fall into the Tiantan.
Although the cloud prayed silently, I was ashamed to write.