Dai Taga Mountain: Luoyang Bridge

Luoyang Bridge

1. Stone sea oysters, boats and pigeons

Dusk, there is a light that can't be wiped off

Apply the sunset pink shoulders, and the dust that has faded in the years

With the ancient board and the elves that are unchanged in ancient times

Achieve the wisdom and eternal backbone of a nation

Who tells me

The sounds of the past and the dream of the previous life

For the ancient civilization, engrave a strong mark

Between life and death, between strong and weak

Currency into a stone bridge that does not change for thousands of years

We talk to the Song Dynasty, and we talk to the ancients

We use hard slate and weak sea oysters

From the stone bridge of history, along the way

The blue boat leaves the stone bridge and ran towards the sea

People who live with hard -working hands to get a bumper harvest

From ancient times to the present, people have been born and killed like oysters

Continue the unity of the stone bridge and the perfection of the creation

The only thing that is unchanged is the eternal and blood of the belief

It is peace that can be used in smoke and suffering

In the evening mangrove forest, I met you

That leisurely desire, and eternal prayer

With us, come from the smoke of the Song Dynasty

The years over millennium disputes

In the migration and adherence, the prosperity of the nation is ushered in

The pigeons of mangroves can be testified

2. Sound of the month

The moon is in the sky, the moon is in the water

Mangroves dilute in a corner of the ancient civilization

As today, we use fossil -like language

The memory of the Central Plains Civilization has been cut off by history

——This place is still called Luoyang

We came from Tangfeng Song Yu

Heavy footprints, slate on the light bridge

Crossing the diamond culture that has been tangled with thousands of years and the continuation of ancient times

Sixty centimeter distance

The Luoyang Ancient Bridge, which was measured 1,200 meters

The smoke is rolling, the dream continues for thousands of years

Someone on the shore blow flute, measure the years at eight,

The sound of flute is like wind and rain, lingering in the ears of the night

In Luoyang Bridge in the bright moonlight, Feng Xiaoxiao Xiaoyu Xiaoxiao

How many ups and downs, how many years, how many knights

When the sword is out of the sheath, Mei Xue flew down

When the red sleeve dances, the east wind is mighty

Sixty centimeters of footsteps, history of more than 1,000 years

I responded with the sound of the flute and the sound of the sound of the sound of Tang Feng and Song Yu

A boat, walk out of the Tang poetry

A boat returns in Song Ci

The ancient Luoyang Bridge is full of years of storms and thousands of years of dreams

Woo oscover between the stone slab bridge and the mangrove forest

About the Author:

Pseudonym: Daiqiashan (formerly known as: Dai Liangzhi). Members of the Fujian Writers Association, Poetry, and Couplel Association; members of the Quanzhou Writers Association, Poetry, and Couplel Association; Director of Nan'an Writers Association, Poetry, and Couplel Association; Director; Published: Prose Collection "The Water Pattern of Years"; Poetry Collection "March Apricot Wine"; novel collection "Water Vehicle"; prose collection "My Homeland My Love".

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