Cylinder wall
Looking at Lushan Mountain from the front and side of peaks and valleys, from far, near, high and low places, Lushan Mountain presents various faces.
I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there.
Qu:
Tianjin Sha Qiu Si
Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,
Small bridges and flowing water.
The ancient road and the west wind are thin.
The sun went down,
Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Words:
Endless longing
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
Inspirational poem:
Summer quatrains
Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul.
Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.
Crossing the ocean of zero
When hard work comes,
There are few stars around.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the clouds are surging.
Life experiences ups and downs.
Fear. The beach says fear,
Sigh in the ocean.
People who have never died since ancient times,
Take the heart of Dan and follow history.
Narrative poem:
day of mourning
It rained a lot during my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Pedestrians on the road want to die.
Ask local people where to buy wine?
The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
Bai fa Zao Huang cheng
Say goodbye to Bai Di,
Thousands of miles in Jiangling, one day.
Apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait kept crying.
The canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man.
Farewell poem:
Break up with Xinjian at Furong Inn.
Cold rain at night, Wu,
Pingming Chugu Mountain in Fujian.
If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other,
A piece of ice is in the jade pot.
A gift for Wang Lun.
Li Bai will want to travel by boat,
Suddenly I heard singing on the shore.
Peach Blossom Lake is deep in thousands of feet,
Not as good as Wang Lun.
Write landscape poems:
Birdsong stream
When people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls,
The night is quiet and the mountains are empty.
The moon is full of surprises,
In the spring stream.
Looking for flowers by the river alone
Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers,
Thousands of flowers bent the branches.
Butterflies have been dancing,
Charming songbirds sing freely.
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
Plums are golden, apricots are fat,
The wheat is gray and the cauliflower is thin.
No one crossed the long fence,
Only dragonflies and butterflies can fly.