The wine and meat in the Zhumen stinks, and there are frozen bones on the road
Du Mu's "Ode to Afang Palace"
It was covered with pressure for more than three hundred miles, and the sky was isolated. Lishan is built in the north and turns west, going straight to Xianyang. The two rivers flowed into the palace wall. Five steps to the first floor, ten steps to the pavilion; the waist of the corridor is unobtrusive, and the eaves and teeth are high; everyone is holding on to the terrain and fighting each other. Panpan Yan, Huan Yan Yan, honeycomb water vortex, I don't know how many tens of millions of them have fallen. The long bridge is lying on the waves, what's the point? If you return to the Tao and walk in the sky, what will happen if you don’t fly? I am confused up and down, and I don’t know the west or the east. The singing stage is warm and the spring light is warm; the dance hall is cold and the wind and rain are miserable. Within a day, from one palace to another, the weather is not uniform. The stars are shining brightly, and the makeup mirrors are opened; the green clouds are disturbing, and the servant girls are combing at dawn; the Wei River is swollen and greasy, and the fat and water are discarded; the smoke is slanting and the fog is horizontal, and peppers and orchids are burning. The thunder suddenly startled me, and I heard the palace carriage passing by; I heard the winding of the wind from afar, but I didn't know where it was. Every muscle and face, his expression is extremely radiant, and he is distant and farsighted, but he looks lucky. He has been missing for thirty-six years. The collections of Yan and Zhao, the management of Han and Wei, and the elites of Qi and Chu have plundered their people for several generations and stacked them like mountains; Dings, clangs, jade, gold nuggets, beads and gravels are thrown away in the winding winds, but the people of Qin regard them with no pity. How can you take all the baht and use it like sand? There are more pillars supporting the building than there are farmers in Nanmu; there are more rafters erecting beams than there are workers on the machine; there are more phosphorus on nail heads than there are grains of millet in Yu; there are more jagged joints in tiles than there are silk threads all over the body; there are more straight rails and horizontal sills. , more than the city walls of the Nine Lands; the orchestral music is hoarse, more than the words of the people in the city.