A poem praising the photographer

Can let Wan Li near, feel less than four o' clock.

The flowers are faint, and the light is clear with the music.

Proud of color, would rather remember black and white.

The scenery is like a solo dance, but who knows the world.

Inch mirror contains heavenly posture, and dimming has extraordinary wisdom.

It's like being close to each other, and it's more than an elephant.

Thousands of miles shoot famous mountains, and Wan Li shines on Yunquan.

Therefore, Jiang Haike was disappointed to recall his hometown.

The film is sealed and can't be seen. Only ghosts and gods know when it was taken.

It was a coincidence that the tourists recognized the oldest branch of Tianshan Mountain.