The poem about Helan Mountain is, "Ode to Helan Mountain" by Hu Bingzheng in the Qing Dynasty. Who made up for the northwest sky. This mountain serves as a pillar. The winding roots spread across the fortress and set up dangers to suppress the Great Wall. Overlooking the small Yellow River, the white snow hangs high. I once looked at it from the top of the mountain, and saw that the sky was filled with bright air. "Four Seasons of Complaints with Li Xiucai in the Bianting · Part 4" Lu Rubi of the Tang Dynasty, the wind blew the snow through the knife scars, and the Great Wall Grotto became even colder when drinking horses. When the fire came in the middle of the night, they knew there was an enemy, so they all protected Helan Mountain.
Poetry of Helan Mountain
"Niannujiao Climbing the Tower to Look at Helan Mountain at Night in the Snow" by Zhu Zhu of the Ming Dynasty when he climbed the tower and looked into the distance, he saw Helan Mountain and the picturesque Wanren Snow Peak. The shadow of a thousand feet in front of the waterfall is like a shadow of the Milky Way. Leaning alone on the dangerous fence, my mind wanders endlessly, and the world is still too narrow. Qiongtai Yuyu, crossing the Luan, thinking about returning to the fairyland. When I wake up from a drunken hangover, my poems are full of scenery and my pen sweeps away thousands of troops quickly. Looking down at the crowds of people in the mortal world, I can't take off my shoes and sigh for a long time. Looking at the clear light of the moon, drinking leftovers makes you cowardly, and your anger is overwhelming. Yusheng blows thoroughly, who can understand the feelings at this time.
"The River is Red" Yue Fei in the Song Dynasty was so angry that he leaned on the railing while the rain stopped. Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait any longer. The young man's head will turn gray, and he will be filled with sorrow. The railings are open, the scenery is peaceful and humiliating, and there is still no snow. When will the hatred of the ministers be destroyed? Driving a long car, crossing the gap in Helan Mountain. The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty. Waiting to start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.