Eight hundred miles in Qinchuan, the dust is flying, and 30 million Qin people are shouting for Qinqiang opera.

Du Du shouted with a bowl of beard and a beaming face and no pinch of pepper.

It's dusty in Nuochuan, Riharda, and 3,500 old people in northern Shaanxi are singing folk songs loudly. The beard with the bowl on his face was beaming, and he didn't mutter pepper on his face.

Source: Shaanxi Ten Strange Songs.

Self-created poems about Qinling Mountains;

Crossing the Qinling Mountains

The mountains are clear and the waters are clear, and birds have no companions all the way.

Steep cliffs and falling rocks, shallow streams and wild chestnuts.

Mountain rat slipped and lay on the road, but the ape was hard to find on the distant slope.

Riding in the mountains echoed, and the trip to Wan Li was another peak.