
Look up at the Gate of Zhenshou
Lü Ping
The Word of The Royal Gift
This opens the door of this small mountain village
It is conceivable that the Yang family had it back then
Those glories and feats
In the storm
The carvings are gone
The painted murals were blurred
But the green bricks are still there, the old tiles are still there
The heavy door was still there
Like that happy centenarian
Still watching with kind eyes
The children of the same house of five generations
Maybe the disappearing Five-Fold Hall
The courtyards connected to each other are too deep
Before the gate, they all relaxed their steps
Put your head up high and high
(The author is a member of Chongqing Writers Association)