Danzhou reading between the ancient city（一）

North Gate River

You never featuring a moat defensive. You are ambitious, wild mountains roar carrying out the valley of mountains, distant tumultuous Diego dang yong from rotating. But with people, like a northern suburb of the ancient city of flowing ribbons You soft, flowing with the ancient simplicity of temperament, ha clear water, never stops. Wind drift of "River water to Sha Gaisha" Millennium ballad.
Clumsy old tankers have gone hoarse breathing. Kiss the blue water of the bamboo is reluctantly Yiyi seasons.
Draw water from frivolity childish husband, as the years goes by, wave of wave towards loud hard and mature.
Yellow beach past the river bed has been painted a green hospitality, freehand peanut, sugar cane in the unassuming, elegant rice, the idyllic scenery included in the "also see today," the poetry pages
Waterfront door is the original way of our ancestors to survive. Whether live or moisture, or the fear of death, over the years, the North Gate and the town people will Hui Jiang, there is a time and space.
Gray-haired Niangshui, had not heard for years people wading north Danzhou lag from hunger Danzhou bleak tone sound dumb. Jiang's side have already change the world. In the warm sun, the covered with heavy make-up of the landscape.

Ancient city wall

Not ashamed shaped penny, although no ancient city wall of Xi'an, the tall, thick imperial aggressiveness, Kaifeng, the ancient city walls have not gone through a revolving door like a change of dynasties witnessed too many monarch mask. Hainan Johnsy your voice broadcast from a border to the Han and Tang stands there.
Zhe Chen Su is the first face was standing north of the city, look into the distance across the Central Plains, wants to bring children through the wind and go back the Soviet Union?
Does the military garrison the frontier man tell sadness Xianglian Mochizuki flute.
Walls, such as iron, setting sun, such as blood, King of high volume wind flags.
Child often heard my grandmother say, "cried Lady Meng Jiang collapse eight hundred years the Great Wall," the story, I'm amazed woman tears great power. When I saw the ancient city walls, the heavy stone has been devouring the city, the city of brown bare soil Tsang cool. Whether they are tears of Meng Jiang again? Niangshui, do not ask, building the dam wall has long been digging. What is the masonry wall without the wall, I asked myself more than once, asked someone else.
Meter brick wall in the remaining gaps Simon, I roam between the strands of flowers to smell. Through the fragrant to, I came to the city built by a family, a Laosou garden where tinkering with pruning flowers, quiet mood Erzhi Ya.
Some say love Laosou flower is actually more ancient city wall. Taking part in the Qing Dynasty soldiers in tall horse led the tour in the wall, then the final figure has entered the pages of history, Laosou stubborn attachment and stick to the walls of the years to retain confused.