The clouds are low, and Shan Lan's ink paints the world higher and higher.
The stone symbolizing three lives has been tempered by time into a language higher than the world.
Tao Tao Yue Hui was snowed in an old crevice.
The secret memory of the years.
After all, I have to go back to a mountain and go straight up.
Yes, reading Tian Zishan requires hollowing out the vegetation in your body.
History seems to shuttle through the mountains.
Draw an arrow from a blade of grass.
As straight as Tujia soldiers, the battlefield of the uprising
Trapped in the hinterland of Wulingyuan
The soil of resentment has long been washed away by insects.
Aheng held the moonlight and twisted the columnar time into a rope.
To test boiling water and our world.
Folded in each healed pine cone.
Mountain flowers are everywhere, which is a word we have repeatedly brewed.
The neighing of horses in Shentang Bay is still there.
The sound of gongs and drums seems to welcome Wang home.
The old tree stretched out its arms for nine days.
Still conveying the ancient situation to the outside of the mountain.
Aheng stood in front of the cliff and painted yesterday in blue.
Draw the mountain of acacia in pink.
I only stood beside him for a moment.
I was trapped by those scribbled lines.
The Milky Way in the body is lifted out of the sky by the majestic Tianzi Mountain.
◎ Tianmen Mountain Love Song
The vegetation in history stands on the top of the mountain.
My beloved Aheng is also standing on the top of the mountain.
A word is like a cloud, in a broad background.
Repel the lightning in his body
When the Tianmen is wide open, light and feathers are hidden in the dense fog.
Hold up the world and gently polish the skin color of everything.
I have one foot in the sky and one foot on the ground.
Breathe and suck, and be repeatedly rubbed by love words.
Our previous lives were destined to be fruitful in the foggy Tianmen.
The three kingdoms are lighter than Tianmen, and we are lighter than Tianmen.
Fate is like running water.
My voice also lives in the whistling wind.
The footsteps of Shennong and my footsteps
Overlap, just open the soul in a moonlight.
Our past, just woke up.
Time still soothes the empty ghost valley cave.
The scrolls left by Guiguzi make the world bright.
Those words are like lights.
Set out in front of the heavenly gate, and the spring breeze will unfold magnificently.
Blow the soil of Tianmen Mountain into
Countless buddhas
Tianmen has been open 1700 years.
Aheng is outside the door, cutting history into a mountain shadow in half.
I was in the door, washing my whole body with lead.
A letter from heaven
◎ baofeng lake love poems
A drop of water comes all the way from the Book of Songs.
A vast sea of words, when meteors pass by.
Fall in the moonlight surrounded by mountains
Still lying on me and Heng, my chest was red with stars.
There is rain in the peak forest tonight, and fireworks are boiling around the world.
Swallows in the mirror image of ripples
Nine Wan Li pure blue, and we.
The happiness of three lives and three lives
There is a current flowing in history, turning pages.
At the top of Baofeng Lake, every mountain is a Buddha with eyes closed.
Through the years, through the vegetation, and sometimes through yourself.
Heng and I sat in the dusk.
Wait for a glimpse of Taolin.
Invite poets from afar to listen to the echo of a flower.
Just a pot of wine can be boiled and hidden in the chest.
Moonlight altar
The sunset on the fishtail outlined the outline of a lake in the water waves.
The vicissitudes of the world have been washed into pure white.
Hidden in a wild goose song. Veins of each leaf
Can lead to my hometown.
And endless time has already written for the peaks.
A song that keeps repeating.
Aheng looked at the lake and I was dyed red by the world.
I realized the years hanging on the branches.
A lake of autumn climbed into the hair and touched Aheng's fingertips.
Strive to grow up
Birds and sunset hung on the mountainside, just like me.
Yes, the years cut by a knife.
◎ Wulingyuan love letter
A pair of bones of time
Go deep into the universe
Those stones and plants that point from the sky to eternity
Bring back a world of mortals
Ahen and I are imprisoned here by a love story.
Page after page of love letters, hanging on more than 3,000 peaks.
More than 3,000 peaks are our relatives in the same strain.
Stones grow out of stones, and one snow passes through another.
Exchanging ideas with Wulingyuan, I saw our past lives.
Tie a fast knot in the cloud and hang it in the cloud.
Recite long sentences like Pipa Creek.
Poetry and painters in ink and wash all reveal ancient inscriptions.
Gorgeousness and homesickness in caves
It is the time when the running water of Wulingyuan passes through the fields.
Time map left behind
Clouded leopards chase wild flowers.
Behind it is the obsession in the ancient scriptures, just like us.
Return from the moonlight of past lives
Rain after rain, in groups of spring pools.
Put down Renqin.
A stone that escaped the fate of heaven
Say to the whole world: be there or be square.
There are resurrected plants and years of marrying into Wulingyuan.
In the hymn of the horse, from the earth to the clouds.
(Award-winning works of the 5th Zhangjiajie International Tourism Poetry Festival)