As you walk across the bridge, remember to play the flute.
The journey to the end of the world is not far, and the heroes are still young.
I am looking for someone who, by the will of heaven six hundred years ago, begged the dragon and the phoenix to peel off the skin and cramps of the ghost Zhangzu and suppress him in Chidi at the end of the east, creating peace for all eternity and enjoying the clear river and the sea...
Thousands of years old.
PS: Essay
Purpose: travel notes