The bitter cold wind blew away the desolation of history.
Under the lush old tree,
The bell of the passenger's travel car echoed,
Pass the time in a leisurely emptiness.
The tower is hung with the glory of the past,
There are several disguised guards standing guard,
The brow reveals helpless confusion.
An ancient road paved with fragments of Qin bricks and Han tiles,
A few mottled rays of sunshine flashed,
Just like the traces of the sunset lamented by heroes.
Pedestrians on the road,
Tell the story of the Three Kingdoms,
There are praises and denials,
Cao, Liu, Guan and Zhang,
Sun, general of Dongwu,
Zhuge Liang was in Shu,
A generation of romantic figures,
In people's laughter,
Restore the image of the year.
Not very romantic,
Not so tragic,
The weight of connecting the past and the future is less.
Maybe farmers used to fish,
Pot after pot of old wine,
Dilute the turbid waves on the Yangtze River,
Maybe it was a moving poet later,
One poem after another,
I wrote all the songs in Chu's hometown.
I think,
The charm of Jingzhou ancient city wall,
It shouldn't just be taciturn and antique.
This ancient city has the characteristics of an ancient city.
The ancient city has the measure of the ancient city.
The ancient city has the soul of the ancient city.
The ancient city has the ideal of an ancient city.
If the ancient city only lets tourists buy tickets for GDP,
The ancient city will lose its due glory.
Tall buildings,
Adding a new makeup to the ancient city,
The majestic bridge across the river,
Like the wings of an ancient city.
Winding flood control levees,
This is the guarantee of the safety of the ancient city.
The Three Gorges Dam, 100 miles away,
Subdued the naughty Yangtze River.
Ancient city walls,
You are no longer a citizen's means to resist the enemy.
You should turn around beautifully,
Become the business card of this city,
Shine on the motherland.