Yunmen Mountain (Two Poems)
Text: East China Sea Wind
When the clouds rise, I climb to the top of the clouds
You If you look at me, it's like a mirror
Tourists are my graffiti
Landscapes are my poetry
Enjoy it.
When I linger and wait to return
The mountains are empty and the clouds are quiet
I am also your reluctant back
Under the Yunmen Mountain, the ancient city of Qingzhou
When people offer longevity, pines and cypresses are evergreen
Three mountains are connected with green, and the barrier city is picturesque
Walking and living in peace, everyone has the character of landscape
I stay I write poems, but I can’t leave any footsteps
I still have to walk alone in the mountains and rivers
One mountain and one world, one water and one world
You have a white cloud-like Face
I have a poem like a landscape
I write myself and dedicate it to you, who is like a fairyland in a different world
I will also wait until the next time the clouds rise, I will climb Up to Dayunding
The tree on the mountain"
We are all its fruit
If someone picks it, we are poetry
If there is no People pick
We are love
The flower of sunshine will always bloom silently
The cloud has no door, the mountain is its door
We Not a stranger
Just came too late
But just in time to catch its half-yellow leaves
The tree on the mountain is breathing
Breathe our air
We offer the sweat of May
We offer the flag of October
The trees on the mountain are blooming and bearing fruit
People at the foot of the mountain are well-fed and well-clothed
Sometimes it rains
That is also our little melancholy
After autumn, our sighs fall all over the place
Name: Guo Donghai; pen name: Donghai Feng