I remember when I first came to Changfang Village that year, I knew I could never leave here again. The clouds here are walking low in the light ink, the mountains are filled with wind and dew and clear sorrow, the flowers are smiling in the stars and moon, and the trees are looking back in the frost and snow.
When you open the door, there is a fragrant river, a gurgling snow-white mountain waterfall, and the gentleness of evening primrose and golden bells.
The fragrant grass brings sweet surprises in the grass, and the white fragrance of the paulownia floats among the clouds.
Purpose: Praise labor and nature