In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
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This little poem is not only an impromptu ode to scenery, but also an expression of ambition. It is the expression of the poet's inner spiritual world and the sustenance of his interest, so it can enlighten and inspire readers.
Unlike ordinary feudal literati, this poet did not sigh sadly when autumn came. He praised the beauty of autumn in nature, embodied the spirit of being bold and uplifting, and showed the poet's talent and insight with a wave of his pen. This is an autumn hymn.