Langhuanfu Dizangshu Pavilion

The meandering water flows far away, when will it begin? Wanderers from all over the world gather together from time to time. The feather cup is passed down forever, and the wine is stored in the vicissitudes of life. What you hear and feel, don't hide in the wilderness. Or you can take a stroll and sing about the joy of life; or you can live in a foreign land and feel sad about the return wind of autumn. Sometimes I ride on the cloud dragon and travel in Taixu; sometimes I stop on the road and hear the sounds of sorrow and joy of the people. The Chinese Fu is combined into a volume, and the style is collected into chapters; the history is recorded into a canon, and the miscellaneous words are like frost. The long years are all an endless sea of ​​​​hidden things; the vast and vast comings and goings together form a high platform for stars. In the blessed land of Langhuan, there are libraries and pavilions, and all the ways are flowing together. Occasionally, there are two or three people who are destined to get lost in the winding path. Before he was far away, he suddenly heard an old man asking: "How many books do you read?" The person who responded may have great ambitions, may want to be knowledgeable, or may want to talk about the affairs of the world. The ancient master Zhu Xin said: "What is the purpose of wandering around, a scholar? But if you hold a lamp and enter the room, the Lingtai cave is bright." Follows the CC-BY-SA license. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.