A poem describing the scenery of mountains and rivers (whole poem)

clear stream

I have sailed the Huanghua River,

It is carried by the river of a green stream.

10 thousand laps around the mountain,

On a journey of less than thirty miles.

The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks,

But in the dense pine forest, the light becomes dim.

The surface of the inlet swings with the angle of the nut,

Weeds are overgrown on the river bank.

Deep down, I've always been pure,

Like this clear water.

Oh, stay on the wide, flat rock,

Drop the fishing line forever! .

Zhong Nanshan

Its huge height is close to the city of heaven,

Connect Qian Shan Wanshui to a corner of the sea.

When I look back, the clouds are behind me.

They disappeared when I entered the fog.

A central peak divides the wilderness,

Weathered into many valleys.

Need a place to spend the night,

I called the woodcutter on the river.

meng haoran

In autumn, Wanshan sends Zhang Wu.

On the north peak in the white clouds,

You have found your quiet place.

Now, when I climbed this mountain to see you,

My heart flies high with the geese.

A quiet evening may seem a little sad,

If the weather is not so cool and sunny this autumn.

I looked at the river bank and the villagers who went home.

Pindusa, rest your head.

There are trees on the horizon, like a row of grass.

There is an island like the moon on the edge of the river.

I hope you can come to see me and bring a basket of wine.

* * * Drunk Double Ninth Festival.

Message from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang.

In the eighth month, the lake here,

Be with heaven.

Mist in the Valley of Cloud and the Valley of Meng,

Yueyang city has been surrounded.

I want to go there, but I can't find the boat.

I'm ashamed. I'm lazier than you politicians.

When I'm sitting here watching a fisherman throw,

Like fish in a pond.