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On a weekend afternoon in golden autumn, the sky is high and the clouds are clear, and the breeze is blowing. The writer Chen Xu and I drove to Baishui Village, Meixiang, Wuyi Mountain to visit Liu Yong's ruins. Unexpectedly, due to road construction, the car bumped along the way, stopping and going, and the journey of 40 to 50 kilometers took more than 3 hours. When I arrived at the entrance of the village, I went to a farmer's house to ask for directions. After knowing my purpose, a farmer brother in his 20s insisted on being my guide and led us by the light of a flashlight to a natural village on the roadside surrounded by mountains and rivers. He gestured to the five or six houses in front of him and said: "Liu Yong once lived in this place. There is no evidence of where exactly." The view in front of me was wide, with gurgling streams and rippling green waves. Not far away, two towering trees were dimly visible. We walked along the field ridge to the trees. The two podocarpus trees were lush and full of vitality.