It was dusk at that time, and the beautiful woman was leaning on the nobleman's arms, looking at the water in the distance. The lanterns were first turned on, and the hazy mountain lanterns in the distance were reflected in a lake. There was a canoe tied under the century-old locust tree by the water. The canoe was slowly swaying along with the sparkling lake water. It was a nice scene.
The beautiful woman looked at it with deep affection. She pointed with her slender little hand and picked up a sentence: "I remember Xitang. What I remember most is the promenade. Thousands of lanterns are pink in color. The eight arks are fragrant. They look at the setting sun by the water."
The beautiful lady's full love disappeared in an instant, and her slender hand pointed again: "Isn't it there?" As she spoke, she drew a big circle around the lake.
Because of this joke, a vermilion corridor rose from the ground. Although the nobleman did not understand the customs, he built a stone arch bridge in the middle of the lake. The beauty named it Cicada Bridge.