□ Ran Jie
In fact, the wind has solidified the fragrance of wheat on both sides of the
river, The rust spots of the Song Dynasty
are falling precariously into the Minjiang River
The splashing waves are like a grain of dust
smashing the sadness of the Jiaqing years
Give me the memory of stone
Apply a layer of moss to Anlan Bridge
The years that have been bruised by the chisel
Drops into bright red blood
Curved fingers cannot hold the flowing Minjiang
Year after year
Becomes the heart of the river The sound of water on the island
The sound of water on the island consolidated the epitome of the bridge piers
The bamboo ropes that turned the tide were removed, and all guilt was removed
Overlooking the rolling waves from a height of more than 300 meters
The Minjiang River swallowed the green bamboo leaves with fierce force
And with flowers In the name of occupying the spring along both sides of the river
Every wooden board is soaked with hard tears
The annual rings trap a tragic love
The weathered wood grain is carved with hieroglyphs to carve memories
Standing on the bridge, my heart is surging like a river
Thousands of years of history Running water
Endless joys and sorrows in the world
The handprints of Mr. and Mrs. He have become a flying rainbow in the sky
Love is like the Minjiang River, flowing through the mountains
The cocooned palms are like fishing nets exposed to the sun
The criss-crossing irrigation canals are full of wind The water rises
dredges the gullies of Han, Tibetan and Qiang.
The shadows of flowing birds fly on the river.
The flapping wings play the crisp Qiang flute.
The sound of the flute coils around Dujiangyan.
It becomes the belt of the Minjiang River, tied to the world.
A tightly wound string. Love legend
Adjusted into a rich reality
Urban and rural life notes
Dandelion
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