Smoke cages, cold water, moon cage sand, such a beautiful waterscape in the south of the Yangtze River. Since the Six Dynasties, this place has always been a place where powerful people indulge in debauchery. Du Mubo, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, was here, watching the feast of lights and listening to the sound of the waves. Touching the scene and satirizing the present, he wrote the seven wonders of grief and indignation-Bo Qinhuai.
Accompanied by Du Mu's footsteps, I moored my boat on the Qinhuai River in the night. Qinhuai River with green water and green hills, like a semi-old Xu Niang, is swaying with sparkling skirts. She witnessed the demise of the Southern Dynasty, and soon she will witness the same mistakes in the Tang Dynasty.
Dynasty changes, the past is like smoke, but Qinhuai River still flows. Yes, mountains and rivers change hands, but they are still there. Qinhuai River has long been commonplace, so why make a fuss?
The decline of a decadent dynasty is the inevitable result of a pile of rotten wood ruling the dynasty. You can't carve rotten wood. What's the use of growing a few new buds next to the roots? It's no use trying to be young again. The monarch of the dynasty abandoned the people, and water can carry a boat and overturn it, so the collapse of the dynasty is inevitable.
The color of wine remains the same, the scene of national subjugation remains the same, and nothing has changed. The voice of national subjugation is still in my ears, and the alarm bell is still in my ears. There are countless lessons from the past, but all previous dynasties perished because rulers coveted personal enjoyment and ignored national security. It is also impossible to reverse this Gankun reversal. Although they take it as their duty to train students, govern the country and level the world, these useless people can only look up to the sky and sigh. The only person who knows my mood is the eternal Qinhuai River. Over the years, she is still silent and steady, gently and gently rippling, continuing the eternal and ancient beat.
The Qinhuai River, which flows forever, always tells people about the "love affair" of the fallen monarch. Here, I seem to hear the Qinhuai River sighing and lamenting the vicissitudes it has experienced over the years.
After the fighting on the shore, Qinhuai River woke up again and saw the dignitaries of restaurants on both sides of the strait change their top flowers, again! Qinhuai River is still flowing in this ancient city. It seems that some people are looking at Zhumen with contempt and sighing that they are heading for the point of no return.
It is late at night. I listened to the sound of Qinhuai River falling asleep. Many years later, people like me will come here to listen to today's voice.
Qinhuai River, a sad tear, eternal poetry, eternal beauty and eternal luxury.