Please send some poems about climbing mountains!

Problem description:

Please send some poems about climbing mountains! climb mountains

Analysis:

Hehe, it's very simple. The most classic is: (I will tell you the story of this poem later)

Up, up, up, up the hill.

Looking up, the sun is red and the clouds are low, and everything is in sight.

Let's look at the others first:

Lv Qi Yuelu Mountain forest strip

Xing came down the mountain, and Cui Zhang was idle for nine days.

Qian Fan passed by, and a red sun chased the clouds.

Jiangzhou green oranges fly to Chun Xue, and wild willows make evening smoke.

There are countless spring flowers, and they will also make poems with wine.

Lvqi travels to Fushan.

A false name is worth worrying about, and mountains are silent for thousands of years.

A spring water goes away, and a hundred birds cry and leave their ears.

Bamboo overflows the bottom of the valley, and the waves are booming.

The legend of cliff stone carvings exists, and the traces are hidden in the clouds to entertain guests.

Lv Qi Wang Hu Pavilion

There is a broken rock in the west of the valley, overlooking the dust chamber.

In the sunset, thousands of trees are covered with red Tanobu.

Egrets come to play with vegetables in the south, and Caiyun goes to sleep with dragons in the north.

Looking at the lake pavilion, there are idle people standing, and infinite mountains and rivers come into view.

* Caizi: Caizi Lake. Located in the south of Wang Hu Pavilion.

* Longmian: Longmian Mountain. Located on the north side of Wang Hu Pavilion.

Lv Qi travels to Wulingyuan.

Ancient trees and exotic flowers climb cliffs, and light clouds and fog surround mountains.

Eight hundred streams pass through a secluded stream, and three thousand stone pillars pass through the blue sky.

Next to the fairyland-colored Lithospermum Pool, ghosts and gods are working in Huanglong Cave.

The beautiful scenery of Wuling makes everyone fall in love with Tao Gong.

Tianzhu Mountain in Lv Qi

A pillar is clear in the sky, and two streams float with jade belts.

Rain flowers are like fire, and the wind blows thousands of trees like tide.

Qinglong dances on misty hills, and the five fingers shake the clouds.

In many scenes throughout the ages, Jianghuai has shown a high standard.

Lv Qi Huangshan Tour

Thousands of valleys and peaks pass by, and Huangshan Mountain swims in May.

Pine trees welcome guests by the clouds, and flowers send boats by the spring water.

When the tide of the western ocean comes, the Hibika overflows.

And holding a double-cut poem, the magic pen will be more beautiful.

Qilu Chun Mianshan, Youlong

The dragon sleeps ten miles, and looks at the Cuifeng three spring steps.

Thousands of miles of Cangshan are covered with floc hats, and thousands of miles of ancient trees are covered with fine smoke.

When the waterfall flows in the air and the clouds are falling, the ground flies to the edge of the sun.

In an illusory place, has the world really passed through the years?

Lv Qi Jiazhou Tour

At sunrise, it began to rain in eastern Sichuan, and mango shoes were all over Cuifeng's head.

All the pine smoke lingers in the mountain temple, and the bell rings all the way to Yulou.

My heart leans on three meals, and my body is covered with nine heads and clouds.

Keep the wine and let the leisure drift away.

Lv Qi Shi Baozhai

Qifeng flew to the river, and Tacun stabbed alone for nine days.

Old trees shade the stone path, and idle clouds cover the top of the mountain.

Bird's-eye view of Sichuan, the edge of the column is white, and the sunset is looking back on the steps.

There are even traces of sages, and poems are embedded in the paintings of immortals.

Xiaogushan, Lv Qi

A mountain across the river, nine days.

The Three Gorges water flows in Xiongdong Town, and the makeup comb enters Xiaoguxian in the west.

Looking at the distance and recalling the past, Green pondered the fate of the times.

Looking around, the clouds are lingering, and the poet in the painting lingers.

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Allusions:

Up, up, up, up the hill.

Looking up, the sun is red and the clouds are low, and everything is in sight.

Tang Bohu plays mountaineering poems.

Tang Bohu, a romantic genius in Ming Dynasty, died at the age of 53.

However, there are many famous masterpieces and many interesting stories about poetry.

Tang Bohu, a young man, likes joking and is a wild man.

One day, in rags, he went hiking alone.

Seeing several literati writing poems on the mountain, I stepped forward to join in the fun.

He expected Aidit to say, "You are so happy to write poetry, can you let me participate?"

The scholars were all taken aback, and then thought, how can beggars write poems?

They all laughed. One of the scholars said, "Give it a try."

Tang Bohu picked up a pen and wrote the word "Yi Shang" on the paper.

Scholars couldn't help laughing when they saw it.

Tang Bohu ignored it, wrote "one" again, and then stopped writing.

Two "ones" together, there is really no poetry.

So a scholar said coldly, "How can beggars write poems!"

Tang Bohu smiled and replied, "I like drinking, and I can only write poems after drinking. Will you let me drink? "

"If you can write, let you drink enough, or we will scold you!"

Another scholar said and handed him a glass of wine.

Tang Bohu took it and immediately took a long drink, conveniently wrote the words "another drink".

The scholars laughed their heads off when they met.

Tang Bohu, stay calm. He took another sip and wrote down the words "a cup on it".

Gulp, and then began to write a poem like this:

Up, up, up, up the hill.

Looking up at the sun, the clouds are low, and Wan Li is in sight.

Although the first two sentences are as plain as water, the last two sentences are magnificent and exciting.

Although it does not conform to the metrical pattern of quatrains, it is an excellent ancient poem.

I didn't expect this "beggar" to be so good that scholars were stunned.

Bohu, on the other hand, poured himself a glass of wine and stumbled down the mountain alone after getting drunk, never revealing his identity.

Start with simple and clear words, and then suddenly change the pen,

Improve the style of the whole poem with a sentence ending with profound meaning or sentimental sentiment,

This technique is called "reverse holding".

This story about Tang Bohu also illustrates a truth: