There is a poem that says:
I realize that the crickets are singing, and I believe in this song of the toiling man.
Isn't it good to have a good time? A good trip is often wasted.
Traveling freely across the city, I wish I could pass by you again and again.
Huiqian is surrounded by mausoleums, and you can overlook the flying clouds from the high platform.
The wind is full of benefits, and Baiyuntun has been there.
Jingzhao is home to songbirds, and the water and trees are clear to Qinghua.
The cassocks are in harmony with Lanjun, and they move to Yinfangke.
How can a beauty be alone in her twilight years?
If you don't think about anything, Nanrong will warn you.