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The Xiang River goes north and flows endlessly; on both sides of the river, it has become a trend. The new model of Shanshuizhou City, the new living room on both sides of the Xiangjiang River, and the core growth pole of Wangcheng. Wangcheng's 35-kilometer golden shoreline of the Xiangjiang River, a new round of innovation and entrepreneurship tide is coming. Resources and capital collide here, and industry leaders and elites gather here. Seize the opportunity, vision the future; one river and two sides of the strait, achieve dreams.
From now on, Le continues to launch a series of essays by Chinese and foreign famous artists, writers, literature lovers and other essays in Wangcheng, to see what kind of magnificent scenery is on both sides of the Wangcheng River written by the literati and inkers, so please pay attention!
Du Fu's nostalgia in Qiao Kou
The author | Gao Ruohong
A river without waves has been ironed
It was as if Du Fu had entered contemplation after stepping on the waves
Willow leaves fall on the water Birdsong falls on the water
Ten o'clock in the morning falls on the water
The shadows of more than twenty writers fell on the water
Silent and silent, I was afraid of the sadness that had been endured for more than a thousand years
Walk from one water to another
Always drifting always wet yourself
Even if you carry the whole country and mountains, carry a poem that weighs 100,000 tons
A gust of wind is taking your course
So much so that not a single Xiang River can send you back to your hometown
Fortunately, you anchored two poems at Joe's mouth
One for hunger and one for warmth
After a long time, the verses grew into stones and became monuments
▲Three Sages Shrine
It is both a Chinese character to withstand the cold and a poet's tether
I came and sat with the river for a while and sat with the willow tree
Sit with the stone steps that get on and off the boat for a while, sit with your poems
I have prepared a bean sesame tea for you fire roasted fish
Sweet wine eggs and stinky tofu
I didn't prepare paper and pencil for you
Because I have spread out a Xiang River for you without scars
And as we took the group photo, I held up the poem that had grown into a monument
It's like holding up a paddle while you're drifting on the river
I knew I was holding on to the mast of a column of sails
Tomorrow I'm going to leave alone, a boat, a paddle
Along the Willow River, which flows with your body temperature and breath, the Xiang River swings upwards
Salvage all your footprints that are submerged in the water of rivers and lakes
Step by step closer to you
Author | Gao Ruohong
Edit | Liu Yuhang