"Moon Song of Mount Emei" by Li Bai

The half-cycle autumn moon of Mount Emei casts its shadow into the water of Pingqiang River.

The clear stream flows towards the Three Gorges at night, and I miss you and go down to Yuzhou without seeing you. ?

"Chaozhongcuo" Li Liu

My birthday is in a bullfight. What is the merit of the well road?

Move the moon of Mount Emei, follow the wind of the snow world.

I am old now. Worry makes my temples white, and wine makes my face look red.

The hills and valleys are worthy of our generation, and the clothes of Xuanshang are distributed to the public.

"Niannujiao" Wei Liaoweng

Revising characters, Yuan Ruxiu, who left the screen star behind.

Breaking the moon shadow of Mount Emei seems to be an equal share of news.

The rolling fog is named Tan, and the clouds have long sleeves. They are not called Sanchike.

However, it is a drama of summer in the world.

The breakup has not been seen in the early stage, and the wind is in front of me, and my eyes are broken at the angle of the setting sun.

I also want to ride the wind back and ask about the ape and crane in the old mountain.

Use the drum to encourage the chickens, wave the strings to send the geese away, and turn their heads to become good birds.

I am willing to add food to my family and send you new works frequently.

"Huai Qi Ji" Tanyu

The autumn scene with two beards is green, and a stick of incense is quietly facing the thatched cottage.

After the illness, both body and mind were depressed, and my old friends were half withered.

The beauty of Mount Emei penetrates into the clouds, and the sound of Wu Gorge beach lasts long into the night.

I am still happy to have a close friendship with Zhidun, and news comes to Songfang from time to time.

"Snow" Su Shi

Don't you see, the snow is thousands of miles to the west of Mount Emei, and looking north to Chengdu is like the bottom of a well.

The spring breeze will not blow away for a hundred days, and travelers in May are like frozen ants.

People in the city are fighting over who can trust the public and praise him.

There is nowhere to wash away the heat and troubles in the world, so I built a snow peak toward the West Studio.

My dream is that the boat is suitable for Wuyue, and the lights in the long corridor and quiet courtyard are like the moon.

When I opened the door, I saw no people or cattle, only an empty courtyard filled with mountains and snow.