The 3,000 clouds that passed through the Qin and Han Dynasties and the changes in the Tang and Song Dynasties set an eternal tone with sadness, grandeur and grandeur, and the Millennium Shu Road meandered on this historical picture. Scrolls of Tang poetry and songs of Queque Song are glorious inscriptions for a long time, and generations of literati are the most striking seals on this painting.
The first frame: heroic tears
Three visits to the thatched cottage, the ambition of the emperor of Shu, waded through mountains and rivers on the steep dragon-shaped wooden crib. The Shu road is thousands of miles away, and the three countries compete with each other.
Mr. Wolong feathered a nylon towel, and Pegasus stood on the plank road with a gun, talking and laughing. Wan Li is full of mountains and rivers. On the rugged Shu Road, there is a great dream of unifying the Central Plains.
The vast sea of clouds and gentle winds come from thousands of miles away. Alas, it is difficult. Who dares to rush? Looking at the bright moon, I feel sad! Elegy of the rain in the evening, a ray of loyal soul, floating in the wind!
Prime Minister Zhuge worked hard, and Shu turned into a cloud in a blink of an eye. But before he conquered, his death often made heroes cry! Cooper's eternal regret and historical sadness extend in the picture scroll. ...
On the banks of Jialing River, there is an eternal bright moon. Where can I find heroes? Listening to "Teacher's Watch", I still sang and cried on the Shu Road, sighing for thousands of years. ...
In the second frame, cry according to rules
The moonlight winding all the way from the ancient post road illuminates the eternal swan song of the Thousand Buddha Cliff. Cooper Sensen's Cui Yun Gallery is thousands of miles away.
Look at the sunset rain, the clouds are as strong as a rainbow, who holds the bright moon bow? People's hearts are as deep as canyons, but they can look back at the red leaves all over the mountains and dance.
Jade, cold and pine, is desolate. Write a roll of autumn wound on the sad color of the ages. The voice on the Zigui Bridge is still weeping blood, singing a wounded word, thinking about a love affair, the west wind is thin, the beauty is white, the wind and rain are unbearable, and the soul is everywhere!
In the third frame, the poet sighs
This is the sword gate Shu Dao in the Tang Dynasty, which follows the rhyme, from iron horses and soldiers to wide robes and sleeves. Looking at the ancient love, lamenting thousands of ancient poems.
In March, the grass grows and the warblers fly. You come from Chang 'an, thousands of miles away, and dance in your clothes. Wine and poetry paved the way home, flowing freely. West to Shu, but walking on thin ice. Chasing the sword gate and the moon, chasing the water clouds, scaring birds, sighing the ladder, and galloping through many roads in Wan Li! I raised my glass and asked Mingyue, where is the till? You are all wrapped in the autumn cold, but you are crying that it is difficult to go to the sky when it is difficult to go! This is Li Baiwang's sigh of Shu Dao.
A stroke of Shu Road, two rows of autumn geese, a cold rain in Sichuan, splashed ink on the picture scroll of Song Dynasty. At the intersection of the post station, everywhere the autumn wind goes, leaves fall in succession. Thousands of miles away with dust, wine stains and the dream of saving the world, you ride a donkey all the way from one place to another in the drizzle. A frame of paper sent sorrow, drunk drunk, written in ink before the case. This is Lu You's way of worrying about the country and the people!
Shu Dao is long, and literati have been romantic since ancient times. A stroke of genius can't be dangerous and long. Only a solitary pen makes waves and leaves a brilliant chapter.
Fourth, today's ode.
When you climb the Shu Road, the mountains are grey and the forest is boundless, and the mountains of 500 miles come into view. Near the sword gate, the trees are towering, the stones are majestic, and the ancient rhyme of the Millennium overflows the heart.
Step by step, I boarded the Jianmen Shu Road. Looking up, the splendid gallery of the land of abundance. Thousands of miles of Lv Yun Gallery, the layers of forest are dyed; The sword gate looks like a sword, soaring into the sky; The plank road is tortuous and winding; The vast Shu road, the natural barrier becomes a thoroughfare, and the mountains and rivers are so intoxicating!
Looking back, apes are worried about the Shu Road, and the vast Shu Road is always worried. It is difficult to cross the autumn geese with a silver frost in a cage. Now standing on the glass plank road, leaning against the railing and overlooking the Jialing River, the beauty of Wan Li mountains and rivers is only the first step.
The bonfire is gone, but the legacy of the sages still exists. Close the scroll of history and enjoy the Millennium Shu Road and the magnificent sword gate, like a slowly unfolding scroll painting, with a long ancient rhyme and a new pen and ink. Look how charming I am in Wan Li!