People ride on the back of the black dragon.
Build a rugged road for hundreds of years.
Build a bridge between thousands of people.
A stone mill grinds a knife, splits a bamboo pole, and has thousands of iron rings.
Fan Gonggong dragged the board to build a pontoon bridge with a bright future.
There are Buddhists in the world.
There are no bridges in the world.
Dashan Pagoda, with a pen-like top, writes in all corners of the country.
Xiaojiang Bridge, bridge opening is round, round like the moon, and the moon shines on Kyushu, China.
Luohu Bridge connects Shenzhen and Hong Kong.
Lotus hill, purple lotus panoramic view.
Cross the long bridge to join the WTO, the colorful bridge seeks spring, Jinqiao becomes rich, the years are like songs, and there are 3,000 bridges and culverts.
Open up sources by living water, welcome clear water and clear aspirations, make waves and fly, as evidenced by rivers, water clusters have been romantic for 50 years.
A fishing flute reminds me of Zhonglang.
Several villages have detained two Ruan.
Water flowed from the jasper ring. People have built a rugged road on the back of the black dragon for hundreds of years, and built a bridge for thousands of people. Stone grinders chop bamboo poles, and ten thousand hoops fight grandpa's drag board to build a pontoon bridge. There is a Buddha in the world, but there is no bridge.
Say goodbye to Cambridge again
Xu zhimo
I left quietly, just as I came gently;
I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset;
Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of Cambridge, I would like to be a water plant!
The pool under the shade of the elm tree is not a clear spring.
It is the rainbow in the sky that is crushed in floating seaweed, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Holding a long wormwood, stroll back to the greener grass.
Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.
But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly, just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.
bridge
Ai Xia
Heaven and earth
Build me a building.
Qicai bridge
I'm at this end of the bridge.
On the other side of the bridge is you.
have gone through all kinds of hardships and difficulties
I went to see you.
A steeper slope
There are also moments of conquest.
No matter how far.
One more stop.
hope
You are on the other side of the bridge.
Or for me?
wait for
bridge
Ruoxian
I always like you like this.
Sit down, spread your hair, and play some music by Hampden Coyt Hampden Coit DuBose.
On the broken burdock
On the clouds in the river
Sky blue is the blue of Han Dynasty.
The tenderness of Christ, the tenderness of the past
In the distant water mill, in the singing of birds.
It's near May.
Let them shout "Long live their sorrow"
Gelugou bridge
Tian Han
Time flies, from 1937 to 20 years this year. Young people in their twenties live a free and happy life, and gradually forget the story of fighting the enemy for national independence, so that some people listen to the reactionaries to provoke them. They don't know that there is really no new China without the * * * production party, and even think that today is not as good as before. He really doesn't know what kind of life people used to live!
On July 3rd, we took a half-day holiday, revisited Lugou Bridge with sick comrades from Hubei, People's Daily and Cantonese Opera House, and took some photos. I came back and wrote three groups of five ancient poems. I don't know how much emotion this poem conveys to us.
one
The sun is still like a tiger when the car passes Mosquito Mountain. The mountainside breaks with the road, and the green trees dance with the wind. There are plenty of grass in the remnant bunker, and there are tombs of martyrs inside. It seems that years ago, our army captured the Japanese army: a drill was held on the hillside, and the enemy's bullets suddenly rained down, trying to enter Wanping again on the pretext of searching for soldiers. When the defenders refused to accept it, the Japanese invaders used force. They only said that when the cannon rang, "zhina" would bow down first. Although people who eat meat are contemptuous, the anger of the people cannot be insulted. Everyone forgets life and death, and weapons are unscrupulous. Our party resisted Japan and United 450 million. The Lugou Bridge caught fire and burned all over the floor, eventually leaving the enemy mired in mud and trying to pull it out. Up to now, the stone lions, depending on the bridge columns, are towering, with many broken faces and eternal loyalty.
two
I still remember when the gun went off, I was in Jinling City. I heard that I was going to resist Japan, but I'm glad I forgot. Determined to write one hundred plays a day, Paul plays the leading role and directs Hong Shen. The effect is Huang Huanhua, which means fire. Wave upon wave, desperate to kill the enemy. Dahua new theater, such as the water near Lugou.
At that time, there were only seven gentlemen in the audience The old man caressed his beard and was satisfied with the play. This is just a matter of life and resistance to Japan. Gong Piao is also beautiful and hasn't talked to me yet: "Love to sing the song of benevolence and righteousness when I am in prison." And Wang Zaoshi and Zhang Naiqi, who were also generous and patriotic. But 20 years later, it's embarrassing!
three
Drive around Cui Village and return to Zhanggezhuang. Making of a man's new farm tools, women wear strange clothes. The crops are growing well, and the elm willows are on their own. Gather chickens and dolphins after the club, and walk cattle and sheep before the club. The children came home from school, singing. Dancing with both hands and feet, the schoolbag fell on the side of the road. I don't know, many years ago, this was a battlefield, where iron hoofs trampled on crops, cannons destroyed earthen houses, brothers perished, and children cried for their parents. Also, before liberation, the river overflowed the roof, and the crops were not harvested, and the livestock suffered. Guanting Reservoir is the king of nature. Save as you wish, and happiness will never end. Entering Lugou Bridge again, the motorcade is very long. Taihang Mountain is steep, and Lugou water soup. Yesterday, people left Beijing, and Dai Yue stepped on the frost. We hung traces of war and filmed the sunset from the window. In order to wish the cultivators, we should not forget the past, step up production and create a paradise.