Three poems of the same name

The mountain is far from Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is oblique, and there are people from Bai Yunsheng. On Dumu Mountain

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Xiang Si Shandong Airlines

original text

There are also people in the green forest, and a canal has several tributaries. In the afternoon, the mountain returned to the peak shadow, and the grass was covered with mud marks on the deer. Steam tea out of the hut and listen to the sound of silk through the bamboo fence. Every time I come back from selling medicine, I will not hesitate to go to Daoyun.

Xing Shan Ye Yin (poet of Southern Song Dynasty)

Qingshan doesn't know my last name, and I don't know Qingshan's name. Flying to Bai Niao seems to get to know each other. It makes me feel familiar with these mountains.

Fan Yao (poet of Qing Dynasty)

Hundreds of flying springs spray raindrops, and the spring breeze is elegant and green. There are seedlings and needles all over the mountains, listening to the partridges in the sunset all the way.