1. A short poem about commemorating the martyrs of Yuhuatai
Yuhuatai, the stone city’s green barrier made of flesh and blood
is located On the historical landscape
It is the scenery we must look up to
The group portraits of martyrs in Yuhuatai
Still trapped in the darkness before dawn
Still maintaining a fighting posture
Their awe-inspiring gaze
is the last weapon thrown into the darkness
And with dedication and magnanimity and loyalty
Showing that the day they are looking forward to will definitely come
Today’s sunshine touches the bloodstains of history
The land reborn from the ashes
Collection is difficult to snow Wash away the hatred and humiliation
The voices and faces of the martyrs, the bloody past
have been engraved by the eternal language of stone
and contain infinite silence
Tell us about those turbulent years
The days that passed calmly
Yuhua Stone, the spirit of Yuhuatai
The blood of the martyrs is like flameless The fierce fire
lit up the stones everywhere
The wishes of the martyrs were on this stone
and the most beautiful flowers bloomed
We pay tribute to the soul of this stone with the clarity of a glass of water
The beautiful wishes of the martyrs are like flowers
blooming in our respect 2. About Yuhuatai Ancient Poems
Yuhuatai is located in the south of Zhonghua Gate in Nanjing. It is a beautiful hill surrounded by pines and cypresses. It is about 100 meters high and 3.5 kilometers long. The top is platform-shaped and consists of three hills.
Since Taibo came to this area in 1147 BC to teach rites and teach farming, Yuhuatai has a history of more than 3,000 years. "Mo Feng Gao" was listed as one of the "Eighteen Scenic Spots of Jinling".
The literati of the past dynasties left many poems about Yuhuatai.
"Yuhua Terrace"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wang Anshi
There is a long bridge between the two sides, and the beauties are included in the river pavilion.
The fresh frost is clear and the forest is always green at night.
Go south to find the strange cow and Zhugisa, and go north to find the unforgettable spirit of the thatched cottage.
But Zhuoyu walked on Chuiyang Road, already wearing one or two stars of Hanyun.
Visiting the Yuhuatai in Jinling
Poet: He Zhu Dynasty: Northern Song Dynasty
The distant red bird flies, flying over the sky.
The east wind blows over the stone hills, and the fragrant grasses are all tiny.
Sheng Gong Dharma Hall is there, and the bright moon is stored in the clear night.
Looking back at the city tour, the spring blossoms are bright and the snow is clear.
The long smoke moves the river, and the faint clouds hang over the mountains.
Even if I go back late with my gun, the white bird will appear and disappear again and again.
The mountains and rivers are clear and beautiful, and the characters have been gone for a long time.
Guarding a fortress will ensure desolation, so why throw oneself into a trap?
The dusty shirt and sweaty horse are designed for old students.
Li Hou Zhu Menjun, Xu and Jin Shizhe.
The head is in the micro class, and the strong heart is quite broken.
Life’s special sleep food seems to be the most important thing in this body.
If you return your fortune to the fields at the end of the year, who will return it to you but the king?
Eight Sounds of Ganzhou, Song Dynasty · Wang Zhi
The atmosphere is wonderful, the smoke is purple, the stone city is green, and the clouds are green and the rain flower terrace is beautiful. Think about the east and west mountains, look at the green trees in spring, and watch the late tide return. Since ancient times, heroes and heroes have always waited for the time to come. Where you hug your nose and moan slightly, the mountains are quiet and the flowers are blooming. Shang Hao was always like this, he admired all the people and looked forward to them. But in Feihe and Luojian, this incident happened accidentally. Doubt is the other, the Eight Gongs, the grass and trees, get the gods, show each other without guessing. The tears in Xizhou are still wet after thousands of years, and I look back with joy and sorrow.
Shui Tiao Ge Tou (Yuhua Terrace)
Author: Han Yuanji (Southern Song Dynasty)
It is late autumn in Zeguo, and there are flying giants in the sky. Where is the Central Plains? As far as the eye can see, there are heavy dusk clouds. Under the Changqian Bridge now and in the past, all the regrets follow the flowing water. When it goes west, it will go east again. The setting sun stirs the singing pipes, and the chrysanthemums dance in the west wind.
On the south bank of the Yangtze River, crossing Huainan, there is grass in the sky. The stone city is ebbing, and the lonely smoke trees lock the palace. And while we are drinking and drinking in front of you, don't ask the beauties at the top of the building whether the past is true or not. But he laughs at Dongshan Lao, and he hugs his nose like no one else.
The sound of selling flowers·Yuhuatai
(Qing Dynasty) Zhu Yizun
The willows are declining in Baimen Bay, and the tide is returning to the city. Small long stem followed by big long stem. The Geban wine flags were all scattered, leaving only the fishing rod.
The autumn grass is cold in the six mornings, and the flowers are raining in the empty altar. There is no one to lean against.