Looking at the moon on the bridge, listening to the sound of the brook beside the peach. The wind in the bridge corridor is too cool to keep guests, and the starlight at the bottom of the waves can wake up the dragon.
The past is the past, the present is the past and the reality is the past. Hua Er and Pudu Bridge feel that the bamboo stream has fallen into the sky, and so has the road. In which year, the sea stone was whipped and the rainbow was half blue.
Liu Yin doesn't need to cross the ark, and the bridge is easier to connect with horses. Wang Zheng was in this summer, and he will still remember Cheng Gong in the future.
3. Water flows from Jasper's arms, and people rise in the petals of violets. Fourthly, the peak of Yu Meng Bridge is surrounded by the sound of river lock, and the river overflows.
I want to recruit a guest to find a topic. Nagato just likes Qian Changqing. Five, the bridge protects the environment Yongsheng, through Zhejiang, Fujian, Xiankangtai.
Up and down shadows shake the end of the month, and clouds are everywhere. Sixth, the bridge ensures a prosperous environment, and the road leads to Zhejiang, Fujian and Xiankangtai.
Up and down at the end of the month, people come and go. When you move to a tree, you like to fly, and fish jump in Yumen.
Seven, step Longquan city order title Jichuan bridge here Tianjiao department is broken, Gu Jian gas belongs to Zhang Hua. The long bridge won the moment, and everyone praised the giant column.
It used to be a bullfight, so it shouldn't be windy or rainy. Today, if you try to help your hand, there will be thousands of cheers
Eight, west to east, you can climb mountains, far or near. Why did you chop cassia twig with an axe? There is a way to climb the cloud.
On the towering Cui Wei Tower, the Buddha lamp is in the niche. The pagoda occupies the left like a banyan tree, and the green cover is like a colorful auspicious cloud.
When the stone lion took the stone bridge, Shi Xing calmed down and raised the key to the south gate of the river. The jade rabbit floated the jade jade and the jade seal into the vertical wheel of the master of the half moon. Nine, a Changhong Fujian-Zhejiang exchange welcomes eternal life, and cross-strait affairs have been locked for a long time.
Ten, the bridge foundation is passed down through the ages, and the new city is built vertically.
2. Anshun Covered Bridge Covered Covered Bridge-Wei Minglun [Note 1] is the title wall of Chengdu Anshun Covered Bridge.
Those who reflect the sun, the rainbow also; Those who reflect human feelings are also bridges. Pedestrians on the bridge, reflections under the bridge. Bridges run through history and human feelings run through bridges. Lugou Xiaoyue, anti-Japanese passion; Tingsi rainbow, northern expedition pride. Luding the chain, the Red Army is in danger; Pour the bamboo rope to your mouth, which shows the sorrow of the literati. Vast Yangtze River Bridge, small bridges flowing water. Great achievements record merits, ditty expresses feelings: Who did Zhao Zhouqiao? Who will stay at Luoyang Bridge? Who is yelling at Dangyang Bridge? How many people in xian yangqiao are worried? Ma Xiaoxiao, the car bounces. Baqiao pick robe, subtle friendship; Walking on the bridge is a strange kindness. Chen Qiao mutiny, strange military situation; A night-mooring near maple bridge, elegant poetry. On the edge of the Red Medicine Bridge, jade seekers blow Xiao; Memories are shining under Shenyuan Bridge. Grass bridge dream, west wing tenderness; Hongqiao gives pearls, and the water town is erotic. The broken bridge borrows an umbrella, and the white snake is infatuated; The end of a dangerous bridge is double suicide. The most affectionate couple in ancient times was Queqiao; most
Love contemporary lovers, covered bridges also! A bridge is a dream, and a dream is a bridge. Meet by chance, love life and death. Love letters are like bluebirds, flying on the gallery walls; The ashes turned into butterflies, sadly bypassing the bridge fence. This is sad, Lenovo's soul broke the blue bridge; Replace trees with flowers and bid farewell to Cambridge with empathy. Walk quietly, come gently, wave your sleeves, don't drift. A faint lilac, can Cambridge be connected with the rainy lane? Curved stone path, rainy lane should lead to Hanyuan. The poet looks at the scenery on the bridge, while others look at the poet upstairs. Where is homesickness when the bright moon is near the window? The back is on the other side, and the leaves are by the bridge. Foggy, dead of night, overlooking the arch bridge, half-wheel flying saucer; Metaphor covered bridge, a carriage crossing the river. Car cold jade, bridge arch Venice. Shakespeare, the water diversion city enters the play; Kyle Poirot, from Shiqiao Tour Chixian Shenzhou, passing Bashan and Shushui. Rugged plank road, wind and rain covered bridge. The corridor welcomes foreign guests, and the wine washes the dust on the way. Wan Li Bridge, along the footprint of the school book; At the end of Hummer Bridge, there are traces of talents. Eight hundred years later, at the intersection of the two rivers, I was shocked to see the modern city and rebuilt the old covered bridge.
The name of the bridge is Anshun and the name of the river is Funan. This river is honored to be awarded the Habitat Award by the United Nations. This bridge is very old, and it was recorded in local chronicles when it dried up. The old site has a new look, and the Zhu Lou is clear. A long corridor runs through the north and south, and a double pavilion looks east and west. The murals are full of clouds, and the relief is beautiful in Chengdu. Three-hole wharf, supporting hundreds of businesses; On the second floor, the porch pavilion pushes away the mountains and waters all around. Yaozhan Expressway Bridge, adjacent to overpass bridge. Beside the torrent of cars, among the steel forests, the buildings in Ming and Qing dynasties stand out from the crowd, and there is no other Bashu style. Wave by the railing and send away the boat along the river; Relying on the case leads to reverse thinking. Repairing bridges and roads was praised by the ancients; Kick down the bridge, the current disadvantages. Look at the bustling passers-by and listen to the voices. How many people are worried and how many people are happy? How many people benefit, how many people fight for power? How many people are dedicated, and how many people are desperate for money? How many affectionate species, how many ungrateful wolves? How many times does the furnace smelt iron, and how many times does the wave wash sand? Cross-state rainbow, stretching for thousands of years; The bridge broke the Qijiang River for a hundred years. The bridge is full of information, and there are often network worms in the corridor. Click with the mouse to search for bridge culture; I hope people will settle down and build a bridge of civilization. Communicate the truth, be close to people's feelings, exchange friendship and promote love. Muddy water ebbs, rarely heartless; The rainbow adds color and a few rolls of pure beauty.
Beautiful! Anshun! I hope this place has another name, Affectionate Bridge. May there be no bridge of fickle feelings in the world!
[Note 1] Wei Minglun, 194 1, a native of Neijiang, Sichuan. When I was a child, I dropped out of school and sang at the age of nine. 65438-0950 joined Sichuan Opera Troupe in Zigong City, Sichuan Province, and served as an actor, director and screenwriter successively. I haven't changed my unit for more than forty years.
3. I really can't find ancient poems about covered bridges because I need to find them at work. Please come to Qiu Lai in August when it rains in Mao Mao.
If the piano is clear, it will be the most touching time before dusk.
The distant mountains are wearing, the breeze is slight, the oblique rain becomes a curtain, and the lights start to light up one by one.
As a result, the mood is like an unopened old wine, like a graceful word, and it begins to blur.
Time seems to have stopped, and the noise of the day slowly fades away.
A cup of tea, a little leisure, an old tune that is too rich to melt in a corner of my heart.
Drunk, accidentally bumped into, just like the soft and sweet tea fragrance around, which can't be dispersed for a long time-
This is very simple, but it is clear.
The mood settled in the pen, so, like a flower stained with dew, it began to bloom and began to elaborate.
Harmony at this time is luxurious warmth, and even all vivid languages seem so pale and powerless.
The boat with a leaf of words is wandering leisurely in the world of dusk and rain and dew. The inner calmness and calmness, like an ink painting, emerges a little bit, quietly dyeing the heart that is carving time.
Those black-and-white memories, which are drifting away, are also slowly restored to calm in the poet's "heart is like a lonely city, just like the dusk of Qingshi Street, gongs and drums ringing, and your heart is a small window before the spring of March", but it is also slowly fragrant and bright, sandwiched in the humid twilight.
At this time, crossing the covered bridge of years, I felt inexplicably moved from the bottom of my heart. I really want to sit down and continue, always, always-
Ink can be found, just like pebbles that have gradually become smooth and moist under the erosion of years. There was once prosperity, and the past has become a journey that the soul experienced in such a rainy night.
The silent night began to deepen, and the faintly audible rain and low melody lingered. In my own space, I listened attentively, and the murmuring raindrops seemed to whisper, so the tranquility of the night blossomed.