What are the ancient poems about mountains?

Wan Li to Rongji, the mountain is flying. -"Mulan Poetry" Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low. Bai Juyi's spring outing in Qiantang River, and then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only hoofprint. -Cen Can's "A Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home" The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has passed. -Li Bai's "Early Interpretation of Baidicheng" made Longcheng fly, but did not teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain. -Wang Changling's "Embankment" Mountain covers the day, and the ocean drains the golden river. -Wang Zhihuan's "Looking at the Heron Tower" The Yellow River is far above the white clouds and is an isolated city, Wan Ren. -Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci" suspected no road village. -Lu You traveled to Shanxi Village. Once he climbed to the top of the mountain and peeked, he would see that other mountains looked short under the sky ...-Du Fu's "Wang Yue" picked chrysanthemums under the east fence and leisurely saw Nanshan. -Tao Yuanming's "Drinking" Zhang said that on the 9 th, he entered the poem of Cornus officinalis and lived in Luoyang. He raised his eyes and saw Songshan. Carved into a dogwood festival, it is a room of love. In front of Lu Temple, laurel leaves and osmanthus trees were born in, separated by incense. What I saw in the sky today was a mid-month climb. The sky on Shuqishan, Shiqiao and Caiyinshan is near, and the road on the ground is gradually far away. Who can see in the clouds and know how to cross the fairy bridge? During Zhou Jun's trip to Linchuan Mountain, he met the snow in the castle peak and saw the sunset clouds in the castle peak. Yunshan has never been cut off, and Qiu Si goes on day by day. Wanggang birds are not poor, and even the mountains are full of autumn colors. Up and down the Huazigang, what a melancholy feeling. Wang Wang Wei Ji Chuan Chai Lu There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I hear a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. However, Shen Li hopes that the old mountain of Furong Lake in Wuxi can recognize the smoke and mist, and the lake is covered with green caves. I'm glad to see Yunquan still disappointed, but I'm ashamed that I won't go back to the mountain. Shen Yazhi Hou Xianting built a new fairy pavilion, built a stone altar, and carved beams into the clouds. The whistling apes in the north of the ridge listened with high pillows, and the rolling curtains in Xiangshan looked at them. Yinyou Shannan Temple, two songs pressed the yellow leaves of Yangshan Mountain, the sky was raining and the thunder was hidden. Don't be surprised how late you came. Lang Ling couldn't bear to listen to your farewell toast.