Poems of Wangjiang Building in Jiangyin

A friendship plays the same new law.

The joy of the first month filled my heart. Dragging silk tapestries, quickly reporting spring scenery. Go to the riverside, compose a poem by Wen Qu, and make a spectacle of the south of the Yangtze River.

It is no stranger to step into the alleys and strange streets of the city. The crowd has natural homesickness, persistent Jiangnan rhyme, unchanging local accent, and familiarity and strangeness alternate.

Pluck the strings, make a near sound, and introduce it to the ear. The timid shudder quietly caused a shock. The starting point of pursuing romance should not stop at shyness. Self-sustaining and rigid, carefully step into the self-painting mode.

Rhythmic soles, gentle and graceful posture, stand in front of you. Strange back swept the room, into the thinking. The gentle smile represents all shyness and melts the cold winter. Walking with you to your paradise, there is no framed foreign land, just a stop on your post. Be polite, skip here and go with the wind. Open-minded, secular without translation.

Busy figure, walking into the building, smiling, revealing the heroism of the north. A glass of fresh water, a notebook, the passage of time, wait and see.

Stand alone and look around. Climb the mountain, climb the Wangjiang Tower, and eagerly pick the scenery outside the window. The sword steps like flying, the body of history, a little bit stamped. Broken stone horses, muddy ancient cannons, printed in my mind, is the killing of thousands of horses. Many stories of teenagers are combined in the shadow of the times. The past has let him go, and the spirit of the past has not been absorbed into the ambition of progress.

Rugged as the spread of Youlong, flat-ridged mountain love, stand so huge. Lying alone by the river, the rushing river kissed for a long time.

Brave interest, straight into the hinterland, let me observe the eternal fragrance. Breathing hard and rejoicing, I have tasted the elegance of the river. The natural barrier in 49 AD, a golden dream, began to tear from here. Flags like tigers and pythons are red all over the river, and they are white and horrible hell. How many fantasies and bets are there in empty batteries and wet tunnels, which makes the moving footsteps think and laugh.

The superposition of steps continues to the sky, overlooking the endless drifting. High-rise buildings stand on both sides of the river, and a white satin is tied around Henggu's waist. Noisy air flute, need exultation, need to shout, need to shout, will be parked in the quiet harbor. The giant arm fence is like a rainbow of seven colors, and a proud iron dragon pours into China's calendar. I am looking forward to going to the east, flowing water, and being in the sky. Deafening drums, please tell me as scheduled, distant footprints.

Reluctantly, but did not stop. A unique harmony, quietly began. An introduction, explaining vulgarity and indifference, makes the muse's posture fall to the bustling bead curtain. Under the layers of understanding, the dark hour hand points to Qi Ming. One by one, waiting for the heavy moment in the future.

Dawn is like a flash of light, it comes at once, and waves in a hurry. The scenery of this post station is like a cloud!

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