You Xingguo yuan

In the afternoon, the weather turned cold. Looking out of the window, an ancient pagoda stood in this ancient city in the south of the Yangtze River. Everything looks old. With this pagoda in this city, the ancient city has been decorated with more vicissitudes and tranquility.

Naughty, I took my parents and went straight to Xingguo Garden. The brightness of the sun is soft and weak, and it scatters a piece of Hui Jin and falls on people warmly. When I came to the front door, I first saw two weather-beaten old trees. The tree on the right hand side, although it has experienced the ruthless knife marks of years, half of it has already died, while the other half is lush, showing the world tenacious vitality. Another tree, with stiff and twisted branches, exudes a kind of strength that combines rigidity with softness. Clusters of green mushroom-like leaves hang high on branches and treetops. Although they are weather-beaten, they are still full of vitality and melancholy.

There is a plaque hanging above the main entrance. Shiny gold-plated traditional Chinese characters, pure black background, enjoy the sunshine. Tall pillars stand proudly, like upright soldiers, firmly guarding their homes. A couplet is engraved on the pillar: "Wenfeng has no words to see that Qingshan still flows in the east of the river, and there is water in the inkstone to express the vicissitudes of the ancient city." This is written by the great calligrapher Xia. But, When flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying. How many fortress sufferings and how many national vicissitudes are contained in this line of words!

Walking into the garden, flowers and plants are lush, and camellias in elegant white skirts are in full bloom and fragrance. In the distance, a small pavilion is far away from it. The pavilion is simple, with a flower-shaped stone platform and a square stone table. Looking up, there is a wooden lamp hanging on the triangular roof. The whole pavilion is surrounded by wisteria, but the small purple flowers and beautiful scenery of that year have long since disappeared.

There are two maple trees beside the pavilion. Small compact leaves. The bright red slap is particularly dazzling. Oh, it is dyed red by the unyielding blood of the soldiers, reminding us of the historical situation of Jiangyin blood. I picked up a piece of falling debris and put it in my hand to cherish my heart.

Not far away, there is a small bridge opposite Xingguo Tower. On the small bridge, there are five petals of peach blossoms printed. There is a black pine by the bridge, with straight branches, but vigorous and gloomy. More interestingly, this pine tree leaning to the right warmly welcomes guests like a hospitable host. The green branches are slanting out, and the green needles are clustered. Look! There is also a lazy cat taking a nap in Panasonic! Under the bridge, the lake clinked up and down the stone steps. The green lake rippled in circles. It turned out that a group of red carp were playing in the water. Tilting your head, you can clearly see the green grass dancing happily with the fluctuation of water.

Standing on the bridge, I saw a "pen" writing the history of Jiangyin standing in front. It is near dusk, and the sunset glow is lining the pagoda. The remnant tower goes straight into the sky, but strangely, the top of the tower seems to have been cut off by a small part and is incomplete. The whole tower looks like a pen dipped in ink, quietly writing down the vicissitudes of Jiangyin. The erosion of heavy rain and the destruction of strong wind make it more like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life looking down on this fertile soil kindly. Smoke and waves float, and beauty rises to the clouds. These words are used to describe the magnificent Xingguo Tower, which is wonderful!

A closer look shows that this is an attic-style stupa with eight sides and seven layers of brick eaves. The pagoda leans slightly, like a holy lotus, layered on top of each other. The gray-black tower and the neatly arranged and exquisitely patterned lines beside the door made of blue bricks tell the careful nicking of the years. Looking through the gate, the water lotus is carefully outlined on the tower wall. The contrast between black and white is so conspicuous and dazzling, so sacred! Tower, built in the Taiping and Xingguo years of the Northern Song Dynasty, was destroyed in the Yuan Dynasty and rebuilt in the Ming Dynasty. The top of the tower is in the shape of a pen, which originated in the Republic of China 141October 26th. The warlord was hit by gunfire and collapsed unfortunately.

The sunset glow, Xingguo Tower and the relief on the square in front of the garden look at each other and complement each other. It seems that we are sounding the alarm in silent language. Don't forget those brave warriors who fought bravely in the defense war, the unyielding people, the invasion of foreign enemies, the shame of the Chinese nation and the national humiliation!

After sunset, Xingguo Tower put on a colorful gown, which still recorded to the sky that in that era of war, the life of Jiangyin people was hard, and in that era of bullets, the grief and indignation of Jiangyin people were unyielding.