Xiaoqikong in Libo | A small boat slowly ferrying Xiaoyao Ke, it turned out to be an immortal stone falling into the mortal world

If you like calligraphy and painting, you must know that cyan is the most difficult color to mix. God saw the lack of cyan in the world, so it transformed into a green corridor with clear water. When the poet saw him, his words could not formulate the words "the lake is like a mirror" on one side and "the roaring tigers and the roaring dragons" on the other side. The painter is in a difficult mood, and it is difficult to appreciate the brilliant colors with pen, ink, paper and inkstone hidden by the mountain scenery.

Pushing the snow, the clouds are covered with pearls and jade, and the forest is flowing with wild boars.

People are dreaming in the Tianzhong Cave, and the willows beside the Seven-hole Bridge are emotional.

This is the Xiaoqikong Scenic Area in Libo, Guizhou described by the poet.

Here, there are mountains with ancient trees and green moss, pools and waterfalls with clear water, Yuanyang Lake, stone bridges, empty valleys, and Tianzhong Cave. The overlapping shadows and waves are as natural as ever.

Only when the window of the world is concealed can one see its true appearance; it is an ink and blue landscape painting, but what it paints is paradise on earth.

People like me who can't sit still may not be able to become a painter, but I am willing to tell you, because here is the most beautiful scenery. This is the power that nature gives to culture.

Xiaoqikong Bridge is an ancient bridge built in the 15th year of Daoguang reign of the Qing Dynasty (1835). The short length of 40 meters and the narrow length of 2 meters was the main traffic artery between Guizhou and Guangxi in the late Qing Dynasty. Myths give the bridge a beautiful legend. And the nameless mountains, rivers, and waterfalls all rely on this simple name to keep running, growing, and developing.

How can I say that I don't regret it? The drone is flying overhead, going upstream, filled with water vapor, the mountains are like eyebrows and peaks, and the water is like waves in the eyes.

How can I say that I don't regret that I can't hold my hands up alone, and I can't hold a boat through the shadows of the trees.

Pingting's gracefulness cannot describe the clear bones of the bamboo shadow, and the chirping of insects and birds echoes. "There is no messy ears of silk and bamboo, and there is no laborious form of documents."

The mysterious underground river flows gently from Wolong Pond. Are there gods in Wolong Pond? Water does not have to be deep. Close your eyes and listen to the gentle whisper of this beautiful green; open your eyes and see the water hitting the stone drums and the fish jumping for joy.

A night of emerald green

Xu Zhimo

Are you really leaving tomorrow? Then me, then me,...

You don’t have to worry about it, sooner or later that day will come;

If you want to remember me, just remember me,

Otherwise, we should forget about this world as soon as possible

With me, you don’t have to worry about time and space,

Just treat it as a dream, a fantasy;

Just think of it as the residual red we saw the day before yesterday.

Fluttering timidly and pitifully in front of the wind, one petal,

The two petals fell to the ground, were stepped on, and turned into mud...

Alas, if people step on it, it will turn into mud - once it turns into mud, it will be cleaned.

This half-dead thing is called suffering.

Looking at the shabby and burdensome people, it makes people look down upon them——

Oh my God! Why did you come, why did you come...

I will never forget you. The day you come,

Just like a dark future has become brighter,

You are my husband, my love, my benefactor,

You taught me what life is, what love is,

You woke me up from my coma and repaid my innocence.

Without you, how would I know the sky is high and the grass is green?

Touch my heart, how fast it beats;

If you touch my face again, it will be so burnt, thanks to the dark night

Invisible; love, I can’t breathe,

Don't kiss me; I can't bear this life of fire,

My soul is like a fire brick these days

Wrought iron, under the hammer of love, smash, smash, sparks

Scattered everywhere...I fainted, hold me,

Love, let me stay here in the quiet garden,

With eyes closed, dying on your chest, how beautiful!

The sound of wind rustling in the poplar trees overhead,

It’s my funeral song, this breeze,

Blowing from the olive grove, carrying the fragrance of pomegranate flowers,

He took my soul with him, and the firefly,

Passionate and diligent fireflies, they light the way,

I stopped again when I reached the bridge of the Third Ring Cave.

Listening to you holding my half-warm body here,

Call me sadly, kiss me, shake me, smack me...

I just smiled and followed the breeze,

Let him lead me, heaven, hell, anywhere.

Anyway, give up this disgusting life and realize this death

In love, death in the center of love is not worse than

Five hundred reincarnations? ...Selfish, I know,

But I can’t care less... Are you going to die with me?

What, if you don't get married, it's not completely "love to death",

To fly, you need two pairs of wings.

Once you enter heaven, you still have to take care of things differently.

I cannot live without you, and you cannot live without me;

If it were hell, you would be even more worried if I went alone.

You said hell might not be more civilized than this world

(Although I don’t believe it,) A delicate flower like me,

There is no guarantee that we will not be hit by storms or rain,

At that time, when I called you, you couldn’t hear clearly,——

That's not asking for relief but throwing yourself into the mud pit.

It is said that the cold-eyed ghost colluded with the cold-hearted people,

Laughing at my fate, at your cowardly carelessness?

This makes sense, but what should I do?

Living is difficult. If it is too difficult, you will not be free even if you die.

I don’t want you to sacrifice your future for me...

well! You said you should stay alive and wait for that day!

Is there that day? ——Your presence is my confidence;

But you have to leave at dawn, can you really bear it?

Leave me alone? I can’t keep you, this is life;

But this flower has no sunshine or nectar,

Even if you don't die, the valve tips will be scorched and withered, how pitiful!

You can't forget yourself, love, except in your heart,

I have no life anymore; yes, I listen to you, I wait,

I have to wait patiently for the iron tree to bloom;

Love, you will always be a star above my head:

If unfortunately I die, I will become a firefly,

In this garden, next to the grass roots, flying darkly,

Dusk flies to midnight, midnight flies to dawn,

I just wish there were no clouds in the sky, so I can see the sky

That big unchanging star in the sky, that’s you,

I wish you could shine more light for me, across the night,

Across the sky, with a little connection to love...

 

 

 

If you want to ask passers-by where to go, the brows and eyes are full.

That is the beauty of mountains and rivers, and also the beauty of beautiful women.