The old ones are buried underground.
The man who called me Uncle Gu died long ago.
I vaguely remember.
His name is Can Cong.
After a long time
In troubled times
Zhang Yi woke me up.
In the lower reaches of Minjiang River
He called me "Chengdu"
The name will not change for a thousand years.
Qin Ping world, short-lived peace.
The sheriff built Dujiangyan for me.
From then on, I was also called "Tianfu"
Flood and drought follow people, and hunger does not know.
I had tea with the Prime Minister and watched banners flying.
So I'm used to it.
The days when tea was soaked in the world.
In the prosperous Tang dynasty, hibiscus is like brocade.
Emei is green and Qingcheng is beautiful.
This is the day when Buddhism and Taoism were born.
I watched Apollo Taibai leave.
Look at Zimei and his cabin again.
Dissipate in the autumn wind
I leaned against the compartment.
Look at the most prosperous Song Dynasty.
I invented jiaozi.
A paper money
Watching children bite "three cannons"
Look at the old man walking up and down the street.
Selling hot and sour rice noodles
After eight years in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, people are living in dire straits.
Broke my peace
I have also become the most powerful rear.
Watching thousands of young people wave goodbye.
Vast, into the battlefield.
I try to maintain my life.
Even Jinjiang, Tao Tao, was covered with blood.
Until now
Sit down and relax.
I sometimes wander in the alley.
Watching young people go out into the world.
Talk to the old mahjong man
Past is the past
I am very happy with this calm.
My name is Chengdu.
I've always been here.
Never leave