Qingming Mountaineering Poems

The Qingming mountaineering poem is as follows:

When you reach the top of the mountain, you can see all the small mountains at a glance. Du Fu's "Wang Yue"

Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are people living deep in the white clouds. Du Mu's "Mountain Travel"

Don't be afraid of the floating clouds covering your eyes, because you are at the highest level. Wang Anshi's "Climbing Feilai Peak"

Lazily swinging a white feather fan, naked in the green forest. Take off your towel and hang it on the stone wall, exposing the top to let in the pine breeze. Li Bai's "Summer in the Mountains"

Burning incense and sweeping the floor to wait for the poem to be completed, I smile while climbing the mountain and walk with my stick. I love to mind the blue sky's business. How many white clouds are growing today. Yuan Mei's "Mountain Climbing"

One journey up the mountain, another journey towards the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, it is late at night and thousands of tents are lit. The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown dreams are shattered, and there is no such sound in my hometown. Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc: A Journey in the Mountains"

If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang. Li Bai's "Traveling is Difficult"

I was in a state of drunkenness and dreaming all day long, when I suddenly heard that spring was coming and I was climbing a mountain. When I passed the bamboo courtyard, I met a monk and talked to him, so I had another half day to relax. Li She's "Mountain Mountain"

How about Dai Zongfu? Qilu is still young. The clock of creation is beautiful, and the yin and yang cut off the dawn. There are clouds growing in the chest, and birds returning to the canthus. You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will have a panoramic view of the mountains. Du Fu's "Wang Yue"

The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands. Don't dare to speak loudly for fear of frightening the people in heaven. Li Bai's "Sleeping at the Mountain Temple"

Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins for guests. The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way, and the willows and flowers are dark and the flowers are bright in another village. Lu You's "Visit to Shanxi Village"

In March and May of Guanshan, guests recalled Qinchuan. The woman I miss is high up in the building, looking out the window. She should not be asleep. The stars and flags reflect Shule, and the cloud array rises over Qilian. The fighting spirit is like this now, and I have been in the army for a few more years. Xu Ling's "Moon over the Mountain"