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Xingshu Wucheng Fu (Bao Zhao)

author:Yang Jingke Calligraphy Studio

Yang Jingke calligraphy studio

Xingshu Wucheng Fu (Bao Zhao)

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Xingshu Wucheng Fu (Bao Zhao)

Wucheng Endowment

Xingshu Wucheng Fu (Bao Zhao)

The plains of the mountains, the south of the sea, the north of the Purple Wild Goose Gate. The canal is based on the canal, and the shaft is in Kungang. Heavy guan fu river of the tunnel, four will be five da zhuang. When the past was in its heyday, cars hung on their shoulders and people drove shoulders. The song beats to the ground, and the song blows in the sky. Breeding salt pans, shoveling copper mountains, talent and wealth, Shima Jingyan. Therefore, it can be extravagant Qin Law, You

Xingshu Wucheng Fu (Bao Zhao)

Zhou Ling, Zhou Chongyong, Jie Junxun, Tu Xiu Shi to rest his life. It is the yin of the chickades, the diligence of the well dry beacon, the five peaks of the high, the three graves of the vast area, and the broken shore, like a long cloud. Magnets are made to resist chong, and paste soil is made with feiwen. The solid protection of Guan Ji will be a king. Three generations in and out, more than five hundred years, even cut into melons and beans. Zekui Yijing, barren

Xingshu Wucheng Fu (Bao Zhao)

Kudzu tu. Tanluo slugs, step bucket shrews. Wood charm mountain ghost, wild rat city fox, wind and rain whistle, dusk morning trend. Hungry eagles kiss hard, and cold birds frighten chicks. Ambush the Tibetan tiger, milk and blood. Crash Hazel Road, Zhengrong Ancient Bread. The poplars fall early, and the cold grass fades. Ridged frost, verdant wind. The lone tent vibrates on its own, and the sand sits and flies. Irrigate

Xingshu Wucheng Fu (Bao Zhao)

Endless and endless, the bushes are intertwined. The pond has been destroyed, and the corner is also decadent. Looking straight ahead for thousands of miles, only to see Huang Ai. Listening intently, the heartbreak has been destroyed. Ruofu Zao Shu Tent, the base of the Songtang Dance Pavilion; The Xuanyuan Bishu, the Yilin Fishing Pavilion; the Voice of Wu Cai Qi Qin, the Play of the Fish Dragon Jue Horse; all Kaoru extinguished, the light muffled

Xingshu Wucheng Fu (Bao Zhao)

break off. Dongdu Miaoji, Nanguo Beauty, Hui Xin Qian, Jade Beauty Lips, Mo Bu Buried Soul Ghost Stone, Poor Bone Dust. Do you remember the joy of being with you, and the hardships of leaving the palace? How the way of heaven, there are many hate-eaters. The piano is a song of Wucheng. The song says: "The side wind is fast, the city is cold, and the well path is destroyed." Thousands of generations, do what they say. ”

Translation:

The terrain is vast and flat, Guangling County, south of Cangwu and South China Sea, and north of the Great Wall Yanmen Pass. In front of the Cao River, there is a Kungang crossing. The surrounding rivers and cities overlap and are located in all directions. When Liu Tao, the king of Wu, built the capital here in its heyday, the axles of the street market collided with each other, the pedestrians rubbed their shoulders, the square was dense, and the sound of singing and blowing was noisy. King Wu became rich by developing salt pans to breed goods and mining copper mountains to make a profit. Guangling has abundant manpower and well-equipped soldiers and horses. Therefore, it can exceed the laws of the Qin Dynasty and exceed the regulations of the Zhou Dynasty. Build high walls, dig deep ditches, and seek a long and beautiful destiny for the country. Therefore, the city wall was built on a large scale, and the watchtower with beacons was painstakingly built. So that the height of Guangling City is aligned with the five mountains, and the width is connected with the three tombs. The city walls are as tall as a broken shore, towering like a long cloud. Gates were made of magnets to prevent gangsters from rushing in, and red mud was pasted on the walls to glow. Seeing that the city was built so firmly, I always thought that it would be ten thousand years and would always belong to the same surname, but even after three generations and more than five hundred years, it was like the division of melons and beans.

Berry moss grows around the edge of the well, and the wild kudzu grows all over the road. Poisoned snakes and short foxes are everywhere, and wild roe deer and weasel fight in front of the steps. Wood and stone spirits, mountain ghosts, and wild rat city foxes roar in the wind and rain, haunting the morning and dusk. Hungry wild eagles are sharpening their beaks, and cold harriers are angry and frightening birds. Lying beasts, hidden tigers, drinking blood and eating flesh. Crumbling hazelnuts fill the road, and the eerie and terrible ancient road. The leaves of the poplar trees have long since withered, and the grass has withered away early. The fierce cold frost, the fierce and mighty cold wind, the lonely canopy suddenly lifted itself, and the sand and stones flew because of the wind. The shrubs are remote and boundless, and the grass and trees are entangled with each other. The moat has been filled in and the steep corner towers have collapsed. Thousands of miles away, only yellow dust was seen flying. Listening intently and listening to nothing is extremely sad in the heart. As for the embroidered tents inside the painted portals, the luxuriously furnished song and dance floors; Jade Pond Bishu, located in the pavilion of the Shooting Mountain Forest and the Fishing Water Bay; The sound of music from Wu, Cai, Qi and Qin, and all kinds of skills; All the incense is extinguished, and the light is gone. The meiji of the eastern capital Luoyang and the beautiful people of the south of Wuchu, the beauty of the heart, the jade appearance of the lips, none of them are not under the spring stone, committed to the dust. Where else will you remember the joy of being favored that day, or the pain of living alone and falling out of favor?

It is really difficult to say that there are so many haters in the world! Take off the Yaoqin, compose a song, and compose a song of Wucheng. The lyrics say: The side wind of Guangling is urgent, the city is cold, the path in the field is destroyed, the desolate tomb is destroyed, thousands of autumns and thousands of generations, people die together, what else can there be to say!

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