Author: Zhang Wei.
Kiln River. Whose voice have you gathered?
Whose passion do you contain?
Whose life do you carry.
and whose past is included.
You rush forward.
It's a roundabout and tactful way.
You want to learn to run like an ocean.
And dance hard in the wind.
Then it was low and low.
You have raised people on both sides of the strait.
You offer beautiful lotus flowers.
The tender gourd is so moisturizing.
At this time. You're lonely.
It's a cloudy day.
You are sparkling.
But flashing. Tears of grievance.
Silent. You are not needed.
My company. Let me sit next to you.
Stroke your cold waves.
Sing an old song of the kiln river.
Do you think of the ancient past?
I think of those simple men.
Resolute back.
Remembering the resources that were plundered in the War of Resistance.
Or. You remember that Cao Cao once built a furnace here to smelt iron.
Forge weapons. Eighteen bridges were built.
Connected to Huaishang Fortress.
It facilitates the advance and retreat rotation of the army.
It has brought great convenience to future generations of farmers and merchants.
Hence the name.
Hold on to your cold waves.
Muttering to you and chattering.
You why.
It's so gentle and quiet.
The sun shines with a warm glow.
At this moment. Your smile is so charming.
About author:ZHANG Wei, born in Beijing, grew up in Kunming, and now lives in Hefei. Love food, love poetry.