Legend has it that there is a Zangyun Tower in the Jianghu.
The floor of the building is filled with gold and silver, and there are beauties like clouds. Those who enter are confused and infatuated, unable to control themselves.
Outside the building, the sound of mourning fills the field and there are many bones. Anyone who sees it will feel chilled to the bone and cannot come near.
No one knows its location. It has disappeared from the Western Region, East China Sea, Northern Region and Southern Border.
But there are always people coming out from there, wearing feather fans and silk towels, chatting and laughing, making the turbid water of the rivers and lakes even more muddy.
The smoke and water are wide, and the clothes are wet and the dew is cold.
Visiting Hongye Temple in the old days reminds me of Jade Autumn