Poems describing Sichuan scenery

It's getting late in the middle of Sichuan. Who will plant incense by the Huanhua River? The sky and roses, dew and face are even, and countless cores compete for delicate yellow. The branches are marked with rhyme, mud and lead pink. When I read Ling Du, I saw it, and it was also a chapter. Flowers are forbidden now, and thousands of warblers borrow the morning sun first. Waiting for the king, seeing the flowers bloom brightly, they all share the same light. Take advantage of the banquet, bring rain and drain water. Occupy the garden, guard the spring and serve jade.

When you ask about the return date, it rains at night in the autumn pool.

Du Fu in Xiling Snow Mountain Scenic Area has "Xiling Autumn Snow Window"