The longer ancient poems include:
1. "Si Xun Painting of the Islands in the Yangtze River" by Su Shi:
The mountains are green, the water is vast, the big and small are solitary. Jiangzhong.
The cliff collapses and the road is blocked by apes and birds, only the trees support the sky.
Where did the guest boat come from? The sound of the song is melodious.
The sand is flat and the wind is soft, and you can’t see it. The solitary mountain and the boat are low and high.
The two cigarette smokers in E'e are wearing new makeup in the morning mirror.
The merchants in the boat are not crazy. My sister-in-law married Peng Lang the year before last.
2. "Viewing the Sea" Cao Cao:
Land the Jieshi to the east to view the sea.
Where is the water? The mountains and islands are standing tall.
There are many trees and lush grass.
The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising.
The journey of the sun and the moon can only come out of it;
The stars are shining brightly, as if they can come out of it.
Fortunately, I sing to express my ambition.
3. "The Road to Shu is Difficult" Li Bai:
Ah, how dangerous it is! The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the sky!
With silkworms and yufu, how confused was the founding of the country!
You are forty-eight thousand years old, and you are not in the vicinity of Qin Sai.
There is a bird path in Taibai, Xidang, which can cross the top of Emei.
The earth collapsed and the mountains destroyed the strong men to death, and then the stone stacks of the ladder to the sky were connected.
On the top there is the high mark of six dragons returning to the sun, and on the bottom there is the rushing wave and turning back to Sichuan.
The yellow crane cannot fly past, and the ape clings to it to overcome its sorrow.
There is a lot of green mud, and there are nine twists and turns in the mountains with a hundred steps.
Mon went to the Lijing Well and raised his head and breathed. He sat with his hands on his back and sighed.
When will you return from your journey to the west? Afraid of the unreachable rocks.
But I saw the mourning bird calling the ancient trees, and the male flying and the female flying around the forest.
I also heard Zigui crying about the moon at night, worrying about the empty mountains.
The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky, which makes people wither their beauty!
The sky is not full even when the peaks are gone, and withered pines hang upside down against the cliffs.
The turbulent waterfalls are noisy, and the cliffs turn into rocks and thousands of valleys are thundered.
The danger is also like this. People who have traveled a long way have come here for nothing!
The sword pavilion is majestic and Cui Wei. One man can guard the gate, but ten thousand men cannot open it.
The relatives who were guarded or kidnapped turned into wolves and jackals.
Avoid tigers in the morning and snakes at night; grind your teeth and suck blood, killing people like numbness.
Although Jincheng is happy, it is better to return home early.
The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky. I turn to the west and look to the west and sigh!