1, there is water in the green hills, and the years are like songs.
2. The castle peak will not change its firmness, and the years will not turn white.
3. Green hills and rivers always stay in the middle, and the years last forever.
4, green mountains and white snow are often accompanied, and the years are like songs.
5, Qingshan Millennium does not change color, and the years are slowly leaving.
6. The green hills are still there, and the years are traceless.
7. The green hills are not old, and the years are like a long river.
8. There are green hills, and the years are endless.
9. The green hills are always there, and the years are long.
10, Qingshan is not old, but always young.
Second, this poem is related to "Castle Peak":
1, Shili Qingshan is far away, and the tidal flat road sand. -Song: Zhong Shu "Nan Kezi Shili Yuan Qingshan"
2, the horse's head looks at the green hills, so prosperous. -Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde's "Good things are near, Ma Xianwang Qingshan"
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. -Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. -Tang dynasty: Wang wan's "a berth at the foot of beibao mountain"
To the north of the Great Wall is a blue mountain range, and to the east is a white waterline. -Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off"
Third, the original poem:
1, "Nankezi Shili Yuan Qingshan": Shili Yuan Qingshan, with sand on Chaoping Road. Several birds cried and complained about the years. Another bleak time, at the end of the world. The Millennium gathers the waning moon, and the breeze scatters the clouds. Green Di Yang asked Lotus: Remember to sell wine during the Spring Festival. Who is that?
2. "Many good things grind, with Wang Qingshan as the horse's head": Wang Qingshan as the horse's head, so it broke up. Again, stop smoking and fade grass, and recognize the inscription on the moss.
Instead of looking for words, I shed tears of sadness in autumn. I went hunting and riding in Xinfeng on a sunny day under the Ming Tombs.
3. Passing through the old village: prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend, and you will entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
4. A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain: Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.
5. Farewell to friends: to the north of the Great Wall is a blue mountain range, and to the east is a white waterline. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.
Poems praising the elderly in "The Castle Peak is Never Old"
The wind roared in the ravine, but an old man was planting trees silently. I saw that he dug a hole with a shovel, carefully buried the sapling, and then carefully checked one side before loading the next one. It is really touching that the old man loves the spirit of this land so much.
No matter what era, workers are the most lovely people in society. But today, what is more worthy of respect should be these obscure old people who only pay for nothing in return. The bold folk songs, the overflowing sunset glow and the lonely and hard tree planter are not a painting.
Eight ditches have been afforested, seven windbreaks have been built, and more than 3,000 mu of forest nets have been built. A thin old man in his eighties has created such a miracle in a whole year. Lin Tao drove away the yellow sand and replaced it with barren land. He turned his life into an oasis, and he wrote the legend that the green hills are not old with the endorsement of rickets.