Exploration stones
I don't know what year the mountain breeze started
Ups and downs and high-pitchedness
Dew and birdsong
Fill my sleeves on my chest and my rough forehead
And at this time, the eyes are on a group of rainbows
They will stand on the hard branches of the dark color of the outer heavens
Three hundred miles to the east Gull birds and countless golden sails gurgling
And so you sail on the boundless waves
Listen to songs from the sea over the horizon
The red dawn permeates the fragrance of countless valleys
My sigh stretches through the night stretching like a glen
Turns into a stream of April locust flowers
Don't spread out like your wings in the mountain pavilion
Purple placket
I can only look at you and I don't speak
I am a butterfly from Zhuangzi's dream hidden in the hole of the clouds
Great Wall of Qi
You've walked too much, too much
I just want to breathe a long sigh of relief on the highest peak
And in this moment
I don't know if time has forgotten you or if you have lost time
There are only countless pairs of birds' wings and beards and clouds that stretch out like you
Enjoy the flowers, greenery and brilliant sound of the flowers on the ground
Three thousand years of time piled up
Ten thousand miles of speechless standing
It is at Mu Lingguan, which is no longer severe
Lichen and moss continue to write mutilated sighs and longing
But you refuse to be soft
Under the sun today, you are still spreading
I crawled my ears close to the rigid rocks
Listen to the rolling waves and thunder
Gusong group
You are in the north with me
But I am the most devout pilgrim at the foot of this cliff
I pray all for all a little more warmth
This dazzling cloud, this towering mountain, this coiled and tough branches
Stand up in the wind You wave your hands
Brush away the wounds of a thousand storms in the deepest darkness
The veins of the leaves are carved with meaningful small seals
The beautiful and deep green makes the eyes sink deep
My thoughts come from the surface to the inside
Wandering, wandering, sprouting and loving mercy
Let's be quiet a little longer, I always have to sneak up on something
A gust of wind laughs while you flick your soft and gentle waist and shoulders
Let the sun drip in to reveal the widest cloud in a corner
I came to my senses and was silent -
In this pine forest of Hessian I am not an arbor
I just want to be the smallest blade at the lowest point
White Rock Falls
Straight down
Hanging high for thousands of years and billions of years of fierceness and heartiness Static
But your stillness is a never-ending exposure
Expectations were written on his smooth chest and strong arms
Call the spirits of the four seasons, heaven and earth that are coming or will go
You break through the layers of blocking shouts at the farthest end of space-time
The wind blows time Time flows into the wind
I drowned in the deepest water and let my thoughts flow
Listen to the Buddha trumpet of Fayun Temple and the fragrance of flowers and grass on the top of the Jade Emperor——
This is another of the hottest vastness of the Saga-Yi Mountains
It wasn't during the rainy season when I came
The wet emotions swell like the first summer flowers full of mountains
You are as silent as you were a hundred million years ago
And I suddenly realized that this is the real Milky Way that has fallen for nine days --
Roll the white clouds and roll down the vicissitudes
Pour out Dayimeng's gushing affection
Note: Shiraishi Falls: It is not a real waterfall, but a smooth stone wall hanging from the top of the mountain, which looks like a waterfall from a distance, hence the name.
Walk through Yishan Mountain
- Walking, falling or flowing
The sun is walking and the wind is walking the river and I am walking
And this mountain and this tree and this grain of sand
I come from the night I think about the night I cross the night
I felt the coolness of a drop of morning dew at Fayunji Temple
I hesitated to comprehend the moment when Guo Quezhai Liuyun wandered
The water of Tianqiyuan waved, the fish jumped, and the red lotus was bright
The world stretches out in green hornbeams and countless stems of pure white pigeon feathers
Flashback swims lightly
And my mind will be this spring
Dressed up with a long roar from the lion
Grow a vigorous grass and engrave the sound of the depths of time
You are the background and I will eventually be your background
Yet I can't stand still
I will face the farthest excited starlight at the top of the pole
Waiting for the snow to fall Waiting for me to ride a stream with the transparent flower
Falling or flowing
[Note] A long roar of the lion: refers to the lion valley, looking at the lion lying on the guard and looking up to the sky from a distance, stretching for several kilometers, vivid.
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