The beautiful poems about the desolation of the northwest include:
1. Climbing the solitary fort is desolate, looking out into the open pavilion, quietly approaching Yanzhu, the solitary smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting over the long river. It is a pity that the trees are desolate, and they are all the afterglow.
2. In this quiet and depressed place, people look cold and helpless, and every house is empty and lifeless.
3. Since it is late winter, as we approach my hometown, the weather becomes gloomy again. The cold wind blows in, making a whistling sound. Looking out from the gap in the awning, I see under the pale yellow sky, there are several trees far and near. A desolate deserted village with no vitality.
4. The stone lin buries the spring grass, and the bronze sparrow faces the dusk clouds desolately. The pond and garden are desolate, and people are sighing and things are passing by, and the sky is far away. There is no one on the fragrant path, and it is filled with moss and yellow dust. I am sad that my homeland is addicted to tobacco, and every village is desolate in autumn.
5. There is no one in the distant place, and the miserable wind and bitter rain fill Xiaoxiang. The trees in the lonely city have fallen into desolation, and the white clouds and streams are green.