There is only the sky above, not the mountains and the atmosphere.
Look up at the red sun and look back at the low white clouds.
Standing on the high Huashan Mountain, there is only blue sky above us, and no other mountain can compare with it. Looking up at the sky, the sun seems close at hand; Looking down at your feet, only transpiration clouds filled the mountainside.
About the author: Kou Zhun, a native of Xiazhai, Huazhou (now Weinan, Shaanxi).
Appreciate: Poetry is composed of boundaries, and poetry and boundaries are harmonious. Children's poetry is a work of immediate feeling, which complements the previous description of mountain climbing, highlights the extraordinary momentum of Huashan, is accurate and vivid, and fits the mountain situation, which is commendable.