Poetry describing arid mountains and rivers

Drought Landscape: Phoenix Mountain in Winter

At this time, the holy mountain is colorless and the vegetation is frosty.

Wan Li, a river in the north, is there anything that hasn't withered?

Mountain bones are everywhere.

Love the soul of this mountain,

Colorless is the true color of mountains and rivers.

Still standing on the vast snowfield,

Not outside the world of mortals,

Not in the world of mortals,

Its very existence is a sign,

Beyond things, it is vast and prosperous;

There are thousands of layers on the wall, and no desire is just.

At this time, whose skirt is flying?

It is the water of Linghe River;

It is the soul of Fengshan.

Snow cannot cover it,

This phoenix hair is an ice bone.

As soon as the steel wings are displayed, they will enter nirvana.

Dry mountains and rivers, all kinds of dry,

Show your true soul.