Anji bridge
[Qing] Wang Jihong
Anji Stone Bridge stays in the sun and the moon, and the dragon lives in the mainland of Hu Wen River.
No one is clever enough to divide the landscape into quiet places.
Is it because Changhong swallowed the bright moon that it taught half a soul to be clean?
It goes without saying that the old fruit is miraculous, and the white donkey leaves the stone.
Two Poems of Anji Bridge
[Qing] Zhang Shijun
( 1)
Whoever throws a Yao circle without remembering the year, half sinks to the bottom of the river and half hangs high.
Never waste like a river, only Changhong is in the blue sky.
(2)
Qinglong falls on the long bridge, who can shake the river when driving in the sun?
If the old donkey falls, it should be intentional, and the fairy family game will go to heaven.
Anji bridge
[Qing] Fu Shang Zhen
The stone bridge is a blue shadow driving Changhong, and the flowing water is unintentional in the sunset.
Donkey riders have not seen each other for thousands of years, and they are too young to walk.
Anji bridge
An Ru Gong
Tianqiao is pale and autumn, and it spans a hundred steps.
Bandit's heart is firm, and it will be a bridge for generations to come.
Thoughts on Anji Bridge
[Qing] Du Ying
The dragon lies in the pale river, and Ma Chong is cold and rainy without mud.
Shadows and clouds cover half a month, and the road is dangerous.
The world has changed, and the water god dare not avoid low waves.
The railing was full of tears, and the sun set on Taihang Mountain.
Anji bridge
Raomeng aluminum
Who will go to the bridge and ask Li Chun that the fairy donkey has come true?
Changhong should roll the waves in a hurry, as if telling an old friend to the remnant tablet.
[Contemporary] Poems by Liu Shuncheng and Zhao Zhouqiao
The Eight Immortals of Migrant Children
The blue flowers are covered with dew.
Lying in the rain dyeing Zhao Zhou's tree letter
Rainbow is lewd and has ten legs.
The vernal equinox flies and the snow is light.
Play according to your own team.
Mengsuyuan Bridge Visiting Cattle
This is a revolving poem written by Liu Shuncheng after attending the Pear Blossom Festival in Zhao County in the spring of 2007. From the perspective of poetry, reading horizontally and vertically is not poetry. How should I read it? This should be read in a special way: start with the "ten" in the center of the picture and read it clockwise from the inside out. It is like a spinning snail, so it is called "rotating poem". Also called "from the heart". There is something strange about this poem. Part of the last word in each poem is the first word at the beginning of the next poem. The first word of this poem is contained in the last word. This poem can be read as a seven-character poem:
In spring in Zhaozhou, the Liu Chuan team embarked on an away trip.
At the party, rain and dew fell, and thousands of trees on the roadside snowballed.
Dream of visiting the ancient bridge, the sunset shines like a rainbow and flows blue.
Children's Eight Immortals compete for a group photo and hum a heifer.