What are the poems describing mountain roads?

Tang Dynasty: Wang Bo

Lanyedao is in the mountains, and Liyuan is outside the city.

I'm afraid of being quiet, and I can't feel the birds singing.

Translation:

There is a path covered with orchid leaves by the roadside in the quiet mountain forest, and there is a garden for growing peaches and plums outside the city.

It's just that the world is not peaceful and birds can't be heard singing.

2. Hiking

Tang Dynasty: Du Mu

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.

Translation:

Along the winding path up the mountain, deep in the white clouds, there are people.

I stopped the car because I like the late autumn scenery in Fenglin. Maple leaves dyed with autumn frost are more colorful than spring flowers in February.

3. Visit Shanxi Village

Song dynasty: Lu you

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.

The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.

In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.

Translation:

Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month. In the harvest year, the hospitality is very rich.

The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns. I'm afraid there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appeared in front of me.

The day of playing flute and drum in the Spring Festival Club is coming. The villagers are dressed simply and still retain the ancient customs.

In the future, if I can go out for a walk in the bright moonlight, I will definitely knock on your door at any time with a cane.

4. A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.

Author: Cen Can

The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.

Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.

The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people.

The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.

In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.

In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.

Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.

I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.

Translation:

The north wind swept across the earth, breaking hundreds of herbs, and the weather in Alakazam began to snow in August.

Suddenly, it was like a spring breeze blowing overnight, as if thousands of trees and pears were in full bloom.

Snow fell into the bead curtain and wet the curtain, and the fox fur was too thin to put on the warm brocade quilt.

The general's hands were too cold to open the horn bow, and his armor was still cold.

The desert is frozen and cracked, and the sky in Wan Li is full of clouds.

The coach put the wine in the account as a farewell party to return the guests, and the Huqin Pipa Qiangdi played an ensemble.

In the evening, the snow kept falling in front of Yuanmen, the red flag was frozen stiff and the wind could not move.

Take you back to Beijing outside the east gate of Luntai. Tianshan road was covered with heavy snow when I went there.

The winding mountain road has lost sight of you, leaving only a string of horseshoe prints on the snow.

5. Be good and leave early

Author: Wen

I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown.

When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.

Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post.

Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.

Translation:

Get up at dawn, the bells of horses and chariots have jingled, and people who go out have embarked on a journey, still thinking of their hometown wholeheartedly.

The chicken is loud and clear, and the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of Xiao Yue; Footprints are messy, and the wooden bridge is covered with early spring frost.

Withered oak leaves are covered with barren hills and roads; Pale white bitter orange blossoms lit up the mud wall of the station.

Therefore, I remembered the beautiful scene of dreaming about Ling Du last night. Flocks of geese are playing in the round and tortuous pond.