1, "Dujiangyan asks for water" Li Bingjia's ice is calm and extraordinary.
water
The shape of a weir, an inward shape.
A long history of blood and simple passion, good at calm.
So rest, condensed into the depth, eternity and light of jade.
Everything closely related to the years is bright, crystal clear, clear and meaningful.
Slow release
Everyone knows that white marble, emeralds and rubies are full of vitality.
All the year round, explained by a piece of ice.
Stupid passion
A heavy pot settled here.
No one can take it away.
Millennium, Millennium, general foothills.
Always meticulous, with roots and blood.
Nourish us
Believe in the original direction
Start from bit by bit.
Accumulate a sense of urgency to rush to the gap.
A gap, a thirsty mouth
Liquid marching is the burning of ice.
Witness the eagerness to go.
If it is dry, if it is thirsty, if it is dry, it will eventually burst into tears.
Invisible water, ubiquitous learning, a diffuse appearance of rising.
Bold, broad and kind.
Always in lactation, quietly leaned down.
Feed the lowly.
Keep all this in mind.
Qingming, the boiling point of ice and passion
The season of emotional boiling
busiest
It is water. Anyone can hear the water and wake themselves up.
Come on, come on, come on, it's time to lose control.
Irrigation, large-scale tea making
Tea making, small area irrigation.
Rich and moist
Water and brawn are endless, starting from the source, wave after wave.
Wake up the clouds in Chengdu Plain.
Water life ... look around ... all wet and grateful.
The sharpest
Fish mouth, flying sand weir, Aquarius exit
Three simple tools
Hold it in the ice's hand
The palms are getting hotter and hotter.
The truest feel and the most intimate hand temperature.
The most inspiring gesture
The newest fingers, the most exquisite handicrafts.
The most popular handwriting
The most precious handwriting ... all tightly in your hand! At this moment.
Grasp the favorable weather, grasp the fields and granaries, grasp the pulse and heartbeat, palm.
Rough, broad and thick
Later, the palm and the tools in the palm
Are they all simple? Legend has it that the oncoming simplicity is getting higher and higher.
Destined to put piles and piles of luxury goods in front of me
submerge
Liquid treasure
Put it in the mountains and call it a weir.
Hold it in your hand and order tea.
Hiding in your heart is called history.
Ask water, are they all flowing?
Glittering and shining, the same strain.
Everyone who drinks knows that without you.
There is no upstream.
Without looking up
Southwest great basin, a humid great basin.
God, every drop is clear.
They are all green, with the buds of spring; And flowers.
Colorful together; Use rice, use wheat and use hsinchu.
Jointing together, flourishing upward.
Dusk. Water is more like an elder.
Next time we will grow a beard under your knee.
Play ... we are like a large group of happy people ... waves.
The wet roots touched another sculpture.
At the lowest point, we moved Li Bing and ourselves.
Combustible ice and combustible ice, passing by.
Vivid and tacit
Follow your trend
The pleasure of carrying water with you.
Afraid of loss, leakage and dryness, we never dare to stop.
Ask for water, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow.
Our family is happy.
Will you be thirsty?
Always at this time, facing a clear and transparent glass of water.
Just like facing the surging magic, facing the profound
sea
2. "Dujiangyan West Street" You stroll to the mountain along the river at the ancient pass.
For thousands of years, an ancient Songmao road has been strung together.
Leave a weather-beaten hole in the city gate
The weather-beaten stories in history are all over the city wall.
Walking on the west street on a rainy night, I can't feel the chill of spring.
Looking at the neon lights on the stone road, I cast a shadow of discoloration.
Every paragraph is like the vicissitudes of West Street.
I slowed down and tried to find it.
I want to see the busy jade workshop in those days.
Appreciate the artist's skillful and wise skills.
Advocating the unremitting efforts of artists and changing into a star Dai Yue.
The shop that makes copper pots is gone.
The exquisite patterns knocked out by hand highlight a kind of sustenance.
I believe these copper pots are still scattered on many firewood stoves in Tibetan areas.
The small stone ladder extending to the river is still so familiar.
The water under the eaves is still ticking, like a song.
The narrow alleys are still dark and long.
The memories in my heart match here.
It's just that there is no aunt sitting in the alley with sole.
The shops in the old street have replaced the former residents.
I can't hear you, jumping monkeys, rubber bands, girls screaming.
Porters and hind feet bear the vitality of the ancient road.
Footprints of wearing sandals are engraved on the stone stairs.
Look for the smell of braised beef spilled from which store.
The business of shops in the whole street has been booming.
Put away your umbrella and stop to sit down and have a rest.
Listen to the jazz coming from the bar
I want to have a cup of coffee to accompany two foreign girls across the street.