Poetry ｜ Entering Kuanzhai Alley

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Walk into Kuanzhai Alley

Heye

A "full city" of a fan decoration:

Xingren Hutong, Taiping Hutong,

With a loud noise of the collapse of the Qing dynasty,

Born bones, and the wide and narrow alleys were born.

Since then, a kind name,

Break up in the footsteps of the people.

Entering Kuanzhai Alley,

The ancient atmosphere rushed to face.

Naipun Return, Jinsha bamboo mud, sheep adobe,

The Qin's Yijian, Han's legacy, Tang's city,

The ancient road of the Song Dynasty, the wolf smoke in the late Ming Dynasty,

Like an ancient messenger,

Crossing time tunnels, building a high wall.

The light of ancient bricks,

Ploss the film of Chengdu.

Walk a bustling piece,

Read the monument, and farewell to the door pier,

Under the ancient tree shade, next to the horse stone, I thought about:

The soul of the ancient wall,

I have struggled several times,

How much regrets?

The eaves of the Mingyuan Tower are dying,

Make other clouds,

How many tears are sprinkled?

The last drop of Jinshuihe,

Whose eyes have you walked into?

I like the wind of wide and narrow alley,

No hurry,

Swaying the years.

I like the sunlight of the wide and narrow alley,

A golden knot,

Since ancient times.

In the wide and narrow alley,

As long as you face the ancient well and shout your name,

You will jump up a brand new you.

August 20, 2022

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