Poems about Gu Xiang when it rains.

Gu Xiang, who is teetering in the wind and rain.

I can hear the bluestone crying in the alley.

It carries a heavy cultural heritage.

The history of the ancient city of Cang Sang

Witnessed the changes of the times in one side of the land.

Every time I walk down an alley,

Pedal slate

You can hear it silently.

This is too painful.

It's really sad

Telling the past glory of this ancient city.

The helplessness of modern people

People in a hurry

I failed to hear the whole story.

Now the bluestone in the alley is really old.

Forgotten in that cold corner