Guanlan autumn scenery, deep in the water and clouds.
Spring chirping all night, autumn sinks at this moment. The west wind is thousands of miles away, and I am slowly asking about the willows and sighing in the south of the Yangtze River.
The hundred-year-old watchtower has never escaped such a cycle of reincarnation, and why should we wait for such youth?
autumn words are the glory of a century of years, and the presentation of one year and one year.
A small wine in the evening set off my poetry and ripples at the end of the autumn wind.
Remember, watchtower, I wrote you 4 round trips.
No. 01st
"Zhenyuan Middle Year"
After years of investigation, I have been talking about it and I am determined to look at the stars.
Although I was helpless in carving the railings, the rainbow bloomed with sunny weather.
The 02nd
《Early Autumn True Garden》
The night is not cold when the autumn garden is coming, and the summer flowers feel more fragrant.
What season does the brocade lithium in the pond know, and the birds float and recognize the faint fragrance.
The 03rd
《Recreation of the True Garden》
Integrate new ideas and create new ideas and cleverly create hanging beams and paint walls.
Yi's word "Yi" is a good article in the past and writes a good article in the future.
The 04th
《Ya"
The new wind blows the elegant garden, and the morning bamboo lightly rises to the water pavilion.
Half-covered the wooden door and left a comfortable feeling, and the moon in front of the courtyard is in love.
No. 05th
"Writing the Current"
Diaolou stands elegantly in the century autumn, spreading across the new city and telling the old and thick.
Watch the storm of the Shang wind, and the strokes vent your sorrow at your fingertips.
The 06th
《Red Mud Horn》
Casting the red mud is flowing, and the fog and fire are rising in the cold mountains.
I come to the night and ask for a thousand years, and only after drinking it will the world be clear.
No. 07th
"Spying the Dome under the Night"
Hanging the building and exploring the night is like a cloud, the dark moon is light and the city is vast.
Cooking tea and talking about the truth of porcelain, forgetting the mechanism and splashing ink to the virtuous man.
When we meet, we are reluctant to leave and reunite, and we are still precious and beautiful.
The yellow leaves are in the autumn wind, and the years on earth are coming to the long rainbow.
The 08th
"Mid-Autumn Night" (Tongyun)
Whoever shocks the birds and the birds, who shocks the moon, and the rain and wind reach the cold.
The yellow chrysanthemum dream has left the rhyme, and the osmanthus zither and strings are returned.
The tears of the phoenix paper still write lightly, but the fresh snow hair is flying but the mood is difficult.
Several times return to the sails and clouds are gone, and this fall is the most thought of Guanlan.
No. 09th
"Jinyuan Spring·Tingyu Xuan"
The orchard is lush and the pavilions and pavilions. When I return to the morning, I listen to the rain on the stream, and read the wind on the morning window.
The old building is built on the roller shutter, and the ancient traces are clear. Sudden feelings, poetry, Li Du, who invites you to be alone?
The 10th
"The Flowers of the Back Court·The Elegant Eater"
Sitting idle on the green branches, leaning on the watchtower. The sun is in full bloom in autumn, and the smoke is also scattering sorrow.
Ask the boat, I like the wine song, I can stay with me forever.
The 11th
《The Way of the Law·A Breeze》
The breeze leads to the breeze leads to the real garden. The water pavilions and pavilions are all in autumn, and it is hard to have peace here. Reminiscing the joy of the past.
The 12th
"Autumn Wind Clean·A Pot of Lamb"
The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright. Listen to the willow branches on the moon, and be shocked by the drinks of rock-scissors. What a real taste in the world, you can enjoy the beautiful love of the sheep.
The 13th
"The Bell Tower under the Night"
The night is coming slowly, suddenly a thousand feet tall. The lights are brightly opened, and the songs are singing alone with the softness of the drunken moon.
Dawn clock counts down the clear river and the west wind is cold. Looking at the distance and sighing in the middle of the river, forgetting when the autumn is here in the sky.
[Author]:
Gu Xinguang: from Yueyang, Hunan, calligrapher, poet, writer.
