After thousands of calamities, the dangerous building still exists. I ask who picked up the Dou Mo Xiao, and I have nothing to do with the past and the present
Five hundred years ago, Guhou An has been here, making me lean on the railing and look at the sword, crying. Spreading heroes
——Zhang Zhidong, Zhenhai Tower, Yuexiu Mountain, Guangzhou
Autistic Taoyuan is called Taikoo
Want to plant big wooden pillars to grow the sky
——Inscribed by Yang Changji
The ground is full of water when the moon comes
The clouds rise over the sky
——Yangzhou Slender West Lake Xiaojin Mountain Moon View Pavilion Zheng Banqiao
People are painting the west of the bridge, and the cold incense flies up to the poems
When I wake up from the wine, under the bright moon, my dream soul wants to cross the vastness
——A collection of Song poems presented to Wang Li, Professor of Peking University, Liang Qichao
Introducing my sleeves to brush against the cold stars, the ancient meaning is vast, looking at the clouds and mountains on the four walls, and the green coming outside the sword
I stopped playing the piano and stood in the cold moon, with my mind full of vastness, sending a pole of spring water, full of green Jiangnan
——Gu Fuchu, Chongli Pavilion, Wangjiang Tower, Chengdu
The Han River connects to the vast sky, watching the rolling river waves, endless cloud shadows and skylight, thousands of miles towards Zongdong into the sea;
Jinchengtong is just a short distance away, and you can hear the sound of silk pipes, sending some birdsong and flowers, which attracts people to climb up the stairs at all times.
——Gu Fuchu, Wangjiang Tower and Zhuojin Tower, Chengdu
The ancient well is cold and the setting sun is cold. How many loquat trees are there? Where is Xiaoshumen Lane?
The river is across the river The curved railing occupies the first floor of Yanyue, and it is necessary to divide the labor department's thatched cottage equally.
——Wu Shenghui, Loquat Gate Alley, Wangjiang Tower, Chengdu
Flower notes and tea bowls are fragrant for thousands of years
The first floor is alive with shadows of clouds and waves
——He Shaoji, Wangjiang Tower Poetry Tower, Chengdu
The iron plate sings the great river to the east;
The Jinsha River merges with the Minshui River to the west.
——Chengdu Wangjiang Tower and Zhuojin Tower, inscribed by Zhang Lin
The shadows of flowers often lead to lost paths;
The waves of light want to go upstairs.
——Li Xu from Wangjiang Tower and Zhuojin Tower in Chengdu
The setting sun turns red to the loquats, and I read about passing poets from ancient times to the present, and the wells are barren and flooded for thousands of years;
The spring water is green and the willows grow, which touches the sorrow of separation, and the boat thousands of miles away from Dongwu is parked at the door.
——Chengdu Wangjiang Tower Poetry Recitation Tower Lin Sijin
Several floors alone support the east peak, which is close to the water and distant mountains, and is used for painting. The snow gathers on the green hills, scatters the white river smoke, bakes the red scenery, and stains the green mist. Sometimes poets remember the past, sometimes warriors stand by. The most pitiful flower stamens are falling, and the spring boudoir mirror has been buried long ago. The loquat is lonely, leaving the fragrance of green fields in the sky. grave. Confused about this, I have mixed feelings, I laugh like a butterfly, and I always fall into a drunken dream. Try shouting from the top, ask, ask, ask, who owns this half of the river?
Thousands of years of events have repeatedly changed the situation in Xichuan, making great works and pretending to be heroes. The dragon leaps up the hill, the phoenix perishes in front of the slope, the tiger lies in the gate, the frog sings at the bottom of the well, suddenly there is an iron horse and a golden sword, suddenly there is a silver sheng and a jade flute, it is better to sing long songs and short poems, to spread some regrets and sorrows; to enjoy the winding corridors and corridors, Good wind and drizzle. I sighed and frowned, unable to return from all directions. I jumped to death from the hozen, and finally fell into the trap of the universe. I bow my head to the dangerous building and look, look, look, which cloud is my sky.
——Mr. Zhong Yunfang (1847-1911), Chongli Pavilion, Wangjiang Tower, Chengdu, is a famous master of long couplets. Together with Sun Beard, he is also known as Li Du of the long couplets. The 212-character long couplet of Wangjiang Tower The couplet is often called the first of the three most famous long couplets in the country. Its upper and lower couplets are both elegant and elegant, with endless charm. )
The way of the world depends on who is a high official, a famous minister, and a talented person. Immortal Shu, the sorrow of the past and the present, the scattered clouds, all give Chunpo a dream;
Life is full of joy, with this sunset, this fragrant grass, and this lake and mountain scenery, embracing the vastness of the world, singing loudly and roaring, Why not have three glasses of wine?
——Jiujiang Yanshui Pavilion Stone Signal
Turning Spring into Wine
Cut Snow into Poems
——Collected Spring Couplets
From the earth to the boundless sky, there is a boundary
I am the peak at the top of the mountain
——Lin Zexu
I am just a porter, I know it myself Huh.
Author: SUNNY CHAN
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