In the early morning, the mist on the beach is light, and the fine sunshine covers the stone road. The first bridge of the Yangtze River spans the blue sky, like a dancing rainbow, between the misty and gray Guishan and Sheshan. At this time, the wanderer who has not returned after years is cheerful and quiet. Wu Tongshu at the bridge head of Wuchang shook his shadow, and the cold patch passed through the winter of memory, leaving a cold dream of early spring. Wandering around and climbing the stairs, the doors on the first floor of the world echoed with dense sounds.
Yellow crane and Loki head, things are different; Outside Ningcuixuan, the winding path is deep. Do you hear the crane? It's a beautiful legendary crane flying in the blue sky. When you climb to the top of the five-story building, the sky is high and the mountains are like jasper lying at your feet, and the white clouds that are gone forever float from the poems of the old friends and haunt your eyes. No matter the grandeur of the north and south, or the beauty of the curtains, they all turn into a beautiful sentence in your chest. At this moment, you are a wisp of smoke in the kitchen at sunset, faint and quiet; You are a touch of music in the mountains and flowing water, and you are a light spirit with a pulse; You are a river of no return, blooming with touching youth; You are a fishing fire crossing the river at night, illuminating the distant river. Take a deep breath of the beautiful scenery of Jiangcheng, and a cavity of poetry will turn into a misty willow color under Qingchuan Pavilion, gently brushing the fluctuating tide. Who flew the kite in March and swept your eyes with the world of mortals? Thinking gallops outside things, and the soul lies in flying. The grass at the head of Nautilus Island is the oldest memory in these years.
Open the mind of "more beautiful potential", do you feel green and towering; Expressing the interest of "swallowing clouds and spitting dreams", do you feel hand in hand with Jianghan, reach for the sky? The beacon of history has been annihilated with the bleak horn. Are the soldiers stationed in Xiakou still waiting for a long task? With the vicissitudes of the world and the changes of years, the Yellow Crane Tower has changed its appearance, but it has not changed the mottled sunshine on the stone steps. The ink in the writing booth permeates the spring breeze, and the moss on the poem wall is stained with color in rhythm. I really want to turn into a white cloud under Cui Haobi's pen, lingering a period of sadness on the Yanbo River, and take the old people in crane fly. Are you also missing the rhythmic' spring breeze' on the river bank? I really want to become a distant shadow of a lonely sail in the poet's eyes and float to the dreamy Yangzhou in a deep farewell. Are you still gorgeous in the warm season with fireworks at the end of that day?
Backed by the East Lake, overlooking the Qintai, the Hanjiang River controls the Yangtze River, and the neighboring towns rank first, proudly standing in China. Listen, the auspicious bell rings in whose heart, and the quiet aftertaste diffuses into refreshing spring rain, spreading in Shan Lan. The path near Luomeixuan is red, and tourists with umbrellas walk very lightly. Can't bear to crush this fragrant smell? What I am most attached to is not the pavilions in the misty rain, nor the pavilions in the sunset, but the bamboo poles in the Zizhuyuan. The green leaves set off the winding slate. When the refreshing spring breeze blows on you through bamboo leaves, is there a sense of detachment that breeds in your heart? At this time, what is shining in your eyes is not tears, but stars shining all over the sky.
A thousand-year-old yellow crane flies into an old friend's heart, a thousand-year-old friend walks into the parallel of poetry, a thousand-year-old poem floats into the smoke of Jiangcheng, and a thousand-year-old Jiangcheng is in a wandering dream. The dross of the years has been washed away by big waves, and what has settled down is the most touching essence. The spring scenery on Guishan Mountain is so beautiful, the scenery of cavalry training ground is so beautiful, the tourists in twos and threes began to disperse, and I was still standing there, waiting for the news of the arrival of the yellow crane.