The verses about climbing are as follows:
Climbing high Du Fu The wind is strong and the apes high in the sky are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhugong. The endless falling trees rustled, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in. Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, but he has been sick for a hundred years and only appears on the stage. Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the wine glass is stained by the new stop. Deng Youzhou Taiwan Song Chen Zi'ang I saw no ancients in front of me, and no newcomers in the future. Thinking of the long history of heaven and earth, I shed tears alone with sadness. Reminiscing about Shandong brothers Wang Wei on September 9th, I am a stranger in a foreign land, but I miss my family even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere. After nine days of marching, I thought about my hometown in Chang'an. Cen Shen wanted to climb to a high place, but no one brought me wine. The chrysanthemums in my hometown are pitiful from afar. They should bloom near the battlefield. They are not afraid of floating clouds that obscure my eyes. I am at the highest level. The white clouds and red sun are low in my eyes. All the lakes and seas are in my sight. This poem is a dramatic poem by Tang Bohu. Climbing Mount Tai (outside thirty-six poems) Siren of the Song Dynasty in the Qing Dynasty. Thousands of giant rock formations are close to the purple sky, and the top of the highest peak is empty.
The gate of heaven is opened with the golden key as promised, and the cloud road is vast and hung with a jade rainbow. The creeping grass has been barren for a long time, and the green pines shade the Brahma Palace. Looking back at Shenzhou in the setting sun, nine o'clock in the air was filled with smoke. In the fourth month of Jiyou, Qianlong's reign, he climbed the sun to view the peak. Suddenly, he saw bright clouds spitting out over the sea to the east, and the rooster singing in the middle of the fifth watch. The night has not yet closed, and the mountains are dark, and the morning light is gradually turning red. I used my sincerity to understand the situation, but I came to see it with majesty. I have a three-life promise with my companion, and the lin talisman in my hand rises into the blue sky. In the eighth month of Emperor Qianlong's reign, he climbed the peak to watch the sun rise. I heard Qinghai boiling in the distance and saw colorful clouds rising.
The rotten brocade flies thousands of feet, and the golden waves surge into the sky. Fuso is really promising, so take a quick look and climb there first.