Excerpts from two extracurricular landscape poems

"Wu Gorge"

Yang Jiong of the Tang Dynasty

The Three Gorges is seven hundred miles long, but Wu Gorge is said to be long.

The heavy rocks are not very high, and the overlapping peaks are towering.

The cliffs are steep and dangerous, and the berries and moss are rotten.

It is clearly visible at night, with no wind and wild waves.

If you are loyal and faithful to what I do, there will be no harm in rafting.

You can reach the mainstay, or you can float on the beams.

Where is the beauty now? Ganoderma lucidum is only fragrant.

Apes roar in the mountain sky at night, and the visiting guests shed tears on their clothes.

"Little Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden"

Song Dynasty·Lin Bu

All the flowers are swaying and blooming alone, occupying the small garden with all the charm.

The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.

The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, while the white butterfly knows how to unite and break its soul.

Fortunately, we can have sex with each other with a slight chant, and there is no need for a sandalwood board or a gold bottle