Walk into Xiushan
It's dawn,
The frog stopped croaking,
But the bird woke up.
I'm in a dream,
Imagine the sound of a frog's chirping,
It glows with golden sunlight.
朦胧中,
Feel the sound of birdsong,
With the dew of the bamboo shoots.
After a tiring day's travel,
Overnight oxygen-rich remediation.
Heavy body,
Clung to the peace of the earth,
and the cry of the creatures,
Wake up slowly.
I close my eyes,
Thinking about this place hidden in the mountains,
Will it really be the three provinces of rooster song;
The green beyond the tulle,
What kind of shock will it give me.
The mountains are heavy and heavy,
Wrapping up here,
川一弯一弯,
Struggling to get out of here.
Train hole by hole,
Walk through here.
Open your eyes and look at the strange sky,
Suddenly I willed,
Leave yourself here.
Along a line called plum,
A river called Ping,
Come to this big flat dam.
Surrounded by ink-like peaks,
Clouds of smoke drifting across the three provinces shrouded it.
Verdant fields,
The flickering path,
Soothing my breathing.
The wharf with clear water,
It also flows the mist of childhood.
The girl named Cuicui,
Evoke hazy memories.
In the eyes that are no longer clear,
The whiteness of the clouds drifting.
A glance at the country,
and forgot all that was in the siege.
Get out of Xiushan
Wuling Senzan Kimai,
Wan Chuan sang happily.
Mountains and rivers hand in hand,
Fence out the Paradise of Oz.
God loves Xiushan,
It has a large magical flat dam.
Like a thick mulberry leaf,
Wrapped in the home of a silkworm.
Rely on the mountain to eat the mountain,
Drinking from the spring of the mountain stream,
Eating the fairy fruit in the forest.
Drinking intoxicating morning wine,
Count the blurred stars.
The sudden ringing of the golden gong,
stirred up the dreams of silkworms.
Looking up and looking,
The mountains are endless, with no end in sight.
Bow your head and think left and right,
The green sea ripples and can't find a way.
Han醉酣美,
Half-awake torment.
The border city has lost the tranquility of the past,
The silkworm had the urge to go out.
There are mountains on the hills,
There is a great way out from high places.
No more uphill and downhill,
Running around the mountains with stars and moons.
cross-mountain bridge,
Finding that the border city is not biased,
Not far away,
I am separated from the world by a thin veil.
The wind gallops out,
Fish rush in,
The flat dam sets up Table Mountain.
Gathering of Storms,
Ignite the whimsy.
Borrowing a cloud,
Connecting thousands of homes,
Spring silkworms begin to weave new dreams.
Golden silkworm shines,
Wow at all directions.
earth cecum,
Transform into a new channel.
Shushan eastward,
The Ba wind blows south.
silkworm tide surging,
Passion soars to the sea.
golden silkworm spinning,
Connect the peaks of Wuling.
Throughput green,
Receive rain and dew from all directions.
The silkworm has big dreams,
The border city dances a new dragon head.
A thousand years of hope,
Xiushan struggles to change in the butterfly.
About the Author:
Li Yajun
Commissioner of Shaanxi Charity Association, military writer
He has published a collection of essays, "Flowers Blooming to the Sun", "Singing in the Wind", "Flowing Warbler Among Flowers", "Wild Goose Perching and Singing", "Watching the South", and won the China Marine Literature Award, the China Military Literature Award, and the Bingxin Prose Award.
Source: Mass News