[1. Poetry]
Iron Journey · Chengkun Traces (New Rhyme)
(a)
After many years of drunkenness, I went to Chengkun, and I was shocked to hear the good news and burst into tears.
The blood-colored wind and frost destroy the strong team, and the light and rain nurture the Qionglin.
Quenching the edge of the horse and the moon, chasing the dream of the old iron soul.
In the past, the smoke was filled, and the eyes were old and youthful.
(b)
The frost hair was even ten days, and Cheng Kun looked back and asked the psalms.
The plateau tent is cold, and the dried vegetables are sandy and iron-toothed.
Half a hundred streamers hurt the dream, a few glasses of aged drunken lips in front of the lips.
Persuade the gentleman to hold the golden sand water again, and it is difficult to fall in love with the white waves.
(c)
Pointing to set off day by day, I want to chase the wild goose and fly south.
The outfit is often seen and missed, and the ticket is often like appreciating the plum.
In the dream, the frost and the moon were cold, and the cup fell on the cheeks during the banquet.
Half a hundred Liu Lang goes, who am I tonight.
(iv)
Nine years of disgust is still long, and the weight of ninety percent of Kun is a total of one thing.
Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are looking for dreams, and the heartfelt words are streaming.
Pride is not the same as the age, and the iron color is still in the ascendant.
The heroic posture of the strong team is far away, and the rafters are pale and yellow.
(5)
Traveler
The road is fresh and beautiful, and the scenery along the way is magnificent.
The train flew short and chewed short, and the thoughts were full of emotion.
Immeasurable youth, immeasurable blood, promising dreams and promising songs.
What does it mean to be far away, and the blocks are stirring waves in their hearts.
(f)
The opening ceremony of the Chengkun tour was held
Chongyang thousands of miles gather in Rongcheng, and the love feast is spring.
Half a hundred years of singing to fulfill the dream, looking back at the Rongzheng in the house.
The taste in the heart is not psychedelic, and the face is wine red.
Who can eat in ancient times, and the whip is draped and majestic.
(g)
Written in Bifeng Gorge
The panda boudoir locks Bifeng Gorge, verdant and mist.
The mountain road is full of streams, and the bamboo is swaying and the strange stone brush.
Hidden cultivation is said to be a national treasure, moistening the lungs and feeling turbidity.
The white waves are reluctant to give up, and the dream is like a flower.
(viii)
Impression of Qionghai
Hidden in the southwest, the peak is wrapped in clouds and the water reflects the sky.
On the ancient wood of Yihu Binyin, the corner of the fragrance corridor is Yingchanjuan.
And the light strolls in the warm autumn breeze. The cliff flying stone spring dream cold.
Every memory is all the way to think of the old iron, and the passion is difficult to suppress the tears and wet shirts.
(ix)
There is a record of the China Third Line Construction Museum
The monument towers in the southwest, and the iron color is absolutely astonishing.
Drink the dew and cover the dry base, and swing the wall with a hammer.
Sadness and sorrow leave dreams, and the air stains the mountains and rivers with blood and fertile fields.
Even if Qinglian's spirituality is there, when He Miao writes poetry.
(x)
The Yuanmou Martyrs Cemetery mourns the martyrs of the railway soldiers who sacrificed for the country
The steel pickaxe is hot and sweaty, and he flies to the cliff to fight the heavenly demons.
Pride vows to dream of the family and country, and the iron arm makes the tide of the river and the sea.
Do not regret Shaohua melting the sun and the moon, and dare to be proud of the mountains and rivers.
The heroic posture has never been far away, and the comrades-in-arms reverently sing elegiacs.
(xi)
The town of Kuroi is thoughtful
A piece of deep hidden between thousands of ravines, shining and dazzling for geometric years.
The salt bell swayed the tea horse, and the literary atmosphere was moist and dusty.
The poetry of the purple couplet is ancient, and the incense eaves are sage.
Wandering through the streets and alleys, dreaming of immortals in the sky.
[2. Quatrain]
(xii)
Shu road line chanting
All the way back to the low peak, the passion is difficult to fly with the song.
How much youth blood in the past, I still heard the horn blowing at this time.
(xiii)
Thoughtful on the journey
Full of eyes to connect the green rivers and mountains, Shu Road Qutong Nine Domains.
Several generations of hard work have been relayed, and Dongfeng has taken advantage of the situation to draw a new chapter.
(xiv)
Drive through Dayi
A glimpse of the western Sichuan through Dayi, Cui Lianqian Mo connects to the sky.
The bully Wencai Liu back then, who said restoration this year.
(xv)
The car passed through Qionglai
Xiaoyu caresses her face like a crisp, and there are no talented women now.
The fragrance is uncontrollable, and you are looking for wine in the streets.
(xvi)
Bifeng Gorge District groaning
The green fog surrounds the yellow flowers, and the orioles cry in autumn.
The slope is steep, the car is suspicious, and the peak turns and the people turn around.
(xvii)
Wildflower hats
The red, yellow and purple silk are skillfully braided, and the hairpin on the head comes to the emperor and queen flowers.
The screen key flashed, hiding childishness and madness.
(xviii)
The soldiers of the Jinkou River have memories
Seven twists and eight turns, the road is twisted and turned, and it is dangerous and difficult to go downhill.
Think of the hemp rope waist rod tie, hammer in this swing.
(xix)
Iasi Highway
Green Mountains Exhibition Gallery. The place where the cloud roots are born is the fairy town.
Thousands of miles of safe road, for the backbone of loyal souls.
(20)
The Jinkou section of the railway Bingchengkun Railway has memories of the Dadu River
The water of the river is turned over by green waves, and the cliff peaks are high and pointing to the sky.
Dried vegetables are accompanied by wind and sand, and the flesh and blood of youth cast poems.
(21)
Overnight in Xichang
The rain knocked on the window and stayed awake at night, reminiscing about half a hundred and three years.
The dream of a strong country with thousands of troops and horses refers to the former point of staying on the seaside.
Note: The former refers to the Southwest Front Headquarters of the Railway Corps.
(xxii)
Written at the Ertan Hydropower Station
The majestic shore is majestic and iron-shouldered, and the clouds cover the fog around the mountains.
The bosom friend Sima Wenjun's dream always leads Chang'e to tears.
(xxiii)
Written at the confluence of the Yalong River and the Jinsha River
Running and calling signs, a total of yellow and yalu.
Layers of water are blocked, and it is difficult to stop the accumulation of years to the center of the sea.
(xxiv)
Written on the Jinsha River Grand Canyon Road
The water is also strange, and the mountains are strange, and the peaks and loops are closely interdependent.
God knows that I have become a dream, and I can't bear to leave it.
(xxv)
I feel that Xuzhou Zhang Xuejing and his wife participated in the trip to Chengkun
As soon as the wheelchair is pushed away, the two hearts are not confused.
When the aid was sprinkled in the spring, the frost hair was deep in the old iron light.
(xxvi)
There is a record of the Jinsha River Laqi ferry
The blood used to return today, and the beachhead Gudu sacrificed to Lingwei.
The heroic frost gathers in all directions, and the earth is sad and thundering.
(xxvii)
Yuanmou Tulin has a record
Why bother to calm down, why be angry, the world has never been uneven.
Though there is little gold and silver, there is much loess, and a piece of mud is used for the forest.
(xxviii)
Yuanmou Tulin Yin
Although the soil forest is also a forest, it is not half a point inferior to the stone forest.
gave up 10 million taels of gold, and was committed to marrying Shilin.
(xxix)
Overnight in Yuanmou
The river has been flowing for thousands of years, and this place was originally my home.
Tracing back to the barren autumn and the old moon, the barbecue is already blooming.
(30)
On the way to Kuroi
The crooked village road is more than a sheep's intestine, and even glances are still built on the wall.
The old and young hoe melon and bean seeds, and the donkey is free from being carried.
(xxxi)
There is a record of Kuroi Otaya Odahishi
It is quite a thousand towns and thousands of rivers, and it has been proud for 50 years.
ushered in the delivery to no cold and summer, iron-blooded Fanghua I fate.
Review: Yan Jingping
Editor: Ni Wenjiang