Modern mountain poetry

Modern landscape poetry 1

Batongshan

early summer

Wrapped in the morning fog

Diming Tongshan

On the steps of Baishi

Leave a string of smiles

Light scattered between leaves

Feed the rustling birds.

The new green of the mountain forest

Wake up the sleeping memory.

A blushing face

Like flowers brushing the roadside.

hill

Sorry You Can't Get Through

A sweaty skirt

Wrapped in

Leaves turn green after spring.

Bear more tears of spring.

A misty mountain temple

A devout believer

Pray for the blessing of the gods.

After the dark clouds have passed.

A charming ray of sunshine

Projecting the magnificence of the top of the mountain

Guanqunfeng green shadow

Carefree and happy

Stop and wander

It's hard to meditate for a while.

Old but not extravagant.

When I go home

Like a copper mountain standing on the top of the mountain.

Will be immortal

Modern landscape poems II

mountain path

There is a place

Chu Yang's greetings are deeply locked.

Reflect a teenager's dream.

Bump velocity

There was a life.

Has been accompanied by hardships.

A rusty iron axe

Waiting for the next spring

there is a song

Behind the times.

But it has narrowed the distance between mountains.

Let you and I meet

My friend,

Twilight is wine.

Say goodbye to your fading shadow.

Behind you is the way down the mountain.

Modern landscape poems 3

Helanshan mountain

The rocks are covered with ancient pictures.

Birds, animals, insects, fish and genitals

Man's initial worship of life

Leave a far-reaching impact

Helan Mountain in October looks like an intellectual woman.

On the top of the mountain, a sun hat was whisked.

Under the valley, a group of deer are singing.

In the mountain stream, waterfalls pour down.

Sleeping stone, Helan stone

Simple and elegant

However, unfortunately, it was involved in the robber's pocket.

The Yellow River is about to burst its banks.

Raindrops are frequent visitors to Helan.

At three or two o'clock, you have to leave in a hurry.

At first glance, it looks like the sea.

Xixia tomb is still lying.

Listen to Muslim scriptures quietly.

Thinking, where is the next stop?