Qujiang, a place where scholars gather.

Emperor Li's paradise, salty old pool in Beijing. Take the name of Qujiang far away, and take the rules of Lingfen near. The glory of Dongcheng is rising, and it is full of weather. The light and wind in Nanyuan just started, and moved first. Its back is east, and Gaoting stands north. The apricot garden next to it is full of fragrance, and the cloud floor is reflected on the front. Surrounded by precious trees, rare birds gather in fog. Yang and Xiaoya get closer and come first every spring; There are too many rewards, and things everywhere are hard to achieve. Like the early morning in February, the grass grows along the bank. The warbler whimpers, the wind and fog linger, and the fish jump in the spring. This is He Yule, Jin Ce, and the Carved Xuan Embroidered Wheel. Combination and superposition, say it. Cuigen thousand pavilions, fragrant condensation for several miles of dust. Childe prince, do not envy Lanting Club (2); Moths, eyebrows, cicadas, temples, and doubters hang down from a distance. It's also the day when the emperor came and stopped drawing lots. This is a mixture of Maruko Sword and rare beautiful songs. Emperor Ze flows, and the wind winds. After the ancient porch, visit Mae 4； in Chishui; Why Mu Wang's banquet is far above Yao Tai? If it is sunny in September, the west wind will fill the city. When the tender chrysanthemum is golden, the late spring is clear. Floating north que is determined by light, writing Nanshan Qingheng. There are sun shadows and clouds, and there are geese. I want to fish in the blue sea, and I missed the Golden Gate. Still worried about this for a long time, Linchuan sighed; Or flogging half drunk and wandering on the shore. It's the sun, Luoxing, rows and rows. Yun Chongyang, Shi's banquet is salty. Extend your assistant, such as when you are near the phoenix swamp; Standing next to the public is not the same as that day in Longshan. If my husband is cold in winter, the ground will crack and the scenery will burn out in summer morning. I hate the separation of good times, and I cherish the people who are with you. Who saw the ice white on the shore and the lotus shining with sand red? The leaves of leaves are condensed with snow, and the branches of willows are fluttering in the wind. Do you care that there is no Kunming in the capital, or that there is not much liquid in the palace? One is the glory of the tortoise and dragon, and the other is the power of fighting. If the wheels and hooves meet, so do the nobles. You can see the prosperity of Xijing and the glory of the country. May the Millennium live forever, and the long time will be endless.

On July 15th, in the new calendar of Wuzi, I took my friends to visit Xi 'an Qujiang Ruins Park for half a month. In the park, the new willows become stars, the green waves are blowing on the shore, and the old songs are leisurely and carefree, changing the past. Ducks and herons sing, tourists come and go, laughing and laughing. Around Chi Pan, I am full of emotions. Sui father.

Recall the past. On the banks of Qujiang pool, it is bleak and gloomy. Where is Qingshui? To make matters worse, the grass withered and the willow was late. Beside the railing, there are traces of historical sites, but there is no shadow of beautiful scenery. The green waves of human face are hard to set each other off and win everywhere. Open the clouds to see the rainbow, Qujiang ancient pool is beautiful. Build ponds, clear silt, open Huang Qu, and draw the last south water. Moisturizes the winding pool, and the mirror is like washing.

Qujiangchi Anfu new sentence, the ancient capital Chang 'an adds interest. Willow floating catkins, Quchi dyed green. Thousands of acres of mountains and rivers, winding paths lead to secluded places, and tourists laugh. Water is the sky, smoke is blue, and the scenery is outstanding. Around the lake, pavilions, strewn at random, the coastline twists and turns. The beaches in Zhu Qing are white, and the pools are green and full of dancing. Sweep Qujiang to open the painting screen, and paint the Han and Tang scenes in thick ink. Drunk, I don't know when to wake up.

Leisure and vacation, rural scenery, very humanistic charm. The elegant pavilion attracted many poets and writers. I don't know who is drunk and beautiful. Smoke and willows are prosperous, and the pool is romantic. Someone has to sing.

Thousands of trees blow willows in the spring breeze, and the blue waves kiss Qujiang. In the light and shadow of the lake, there is a fragrance floating. Charm Quchi, new makeup with green spots in Han and Tang Dynasties. After watching the vicissitudes of the ancient city, I dreamed of returning to Datang last night. Empty and eternal, prosperous and prosperous. Longgu Chang 'an is brilliant.

Qujiangfu

Huang shanzhuo

Huang Shanzhuo, a native of Suizhou, Hubei Province, was born in June 1985 and graduated from Xi University of Finance and Economics with a major in Chinese language and literature. He has a wide range of interests and loves literature and history.

Shen Jiaqiu dreamed of leaving Jingchu, entering Sanqin, losing to Chang 'an, and studying for four years. At that time, we also visited the ancient temple, climbed the Wild Goose Pagoda, folded willows by the Bahe River and saw flowers in Ling Du Garden. Stroll the streets and visit the remains of the Han and Tang Dynasties; Wandering on the balcony, ignoring the years. In the autumn of the fifth child, Yu Xuecheng returned, and when Qujiang Park was newly opened, the tour was postponed for ten days. Because the thought of fu, in order to win, its words:

Qin Shihuang left the garden, an old museum of the Tang Dynasty, and spent thousands of years recreating its beauty. Although the green pool is rippling, it is not the water that shines in the national shadow; Full eyes, not inferior to the charm of evening makeup. Autumn is crisp, blue clouds curl, summer is quiet, and cicadas occasionally sound. First frost has not fallen, there is still a belated fragrance, a belated thank you; I didn't smell the cold when the west wind blew. Is it spring in March, and the fragrance is greasy on the nose; The warblers and swallows are flying, and the bees and butterflies are dancing.

So I walked along the quiet steps and walked around the covered bridge, looking around and enjoying the beauty of Qiu Jiang. The trees are slightly detached, and the pines and cypresses are green. Red fish swim and ducks chase each other. It has been a long time. Lotus will be disabled and will not be destroyed for a thousand years. Habitat stops at Jiangting, and the breeze is full of sleeves; Wandering by the water, the dust never touches the water.

Pedestrians are endless and tourists are colorful. The beach falling into the river is not a leap; The island contains waves, and fake ships can board. In front of the water table, a group of scholars waved ink; On a few bluestones, listening to the musician blowing sheng. Every time I see an old man holding quinoa, I hear a child's voice. Ladies and gentlemen, arms and wrists. Or wandering in the secluded road, or boating in the middle of the river.

Wandering in Sri Lanka, thinking about life is leisurely. Du Fu sat in Tantou for a long time, while Lotte stood at Yehe Pavilion. Between the walls of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, several people are always famous; Who is drunk in Qionglin banquet apricot garden? Flowers follow Shui Piao, and time flies. What I see is not the restoration of the old scenery of Han and Tang dynasties; Am I taking the road of jijiji? My mind is here, and I am disappointed with the breeze. The stone pile is empty, and there is no prince and grandson to tie the horse; Qujiang is still curved. Why does curved water flow?

It is getting closer and closer to the west, and it is already dusk. The afterglow shines obliquely and the sun flows. There is smoke in the cage at night, and the sun hides. Clouds half cover the moon, and starlight does not cover the lamp. Fuyuan fireworks, just volley and suddenly ring; The Big Wild Goose Pagoda is happy, but it has been forgotten. Beautiful scenery, not panoramic view; The evening breeze blows gently, and you will hurry home. Outside the Thousand Tree Pavilion, I used to lean on Yushu; I went to Yuejiang Tower, but unfortunately I didn't. When I left the garden, I still looked back, although I had dreamed for a long time. Another day's revisit in Hebei can be patched up in Sven.

Qujiang is the place where I used to go. The lawn is lovely, soft and continuous. The water is clear and bright. That man is like a weaver.

Fortunately, that place is also convenient for parking. Might as well go to the botanical garden to find a parking place last time.

Although the service of Qujiang cold kiln was suspended, everything else was running normally.

Walking by the lake, I dare say there will be a story every few steps.

Those statues will tell you in detail.

Vivid images appear in front of you in mysterious ways. On Chongyang Square, under the Yuejiang Building, geese and ducks are also whispering affectionately among the white apples and red dragonflies.

Here, Xue Pinggui and Wang Baochuan fell in love, generals galloped on the battlefield, business travelers trudged to the western regions in the wilderness, and Wang Gongli swam in Shui Mei.

Things come and go.

Qujiang's light rail station line has long been completed, but it has been running very slowly. That must be great!

It is better to rain in Mao Mao, because the plants are green and shiny, and even the sidewalks are soft.

All kinds of goldfish in the pool beside the Lotus Champs are chubby and lovely, and the promenade is crowded, which is also a place full of love and memories.

Whether walking on a secluded road, climbing on the top of a mountain, boating in a lake or walking on a stone road, there is a wonderful enjoyment.

This is Qujiangchi Park.