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Zewang invited us to visit Baiyu County during the summer vacation, saying that the spring there is like the spring in March outside the mountains: "The wind is so soft; the sky is so clear; the red and white clouds and the red and white flowers on the ground face each other silently, as if they are talking to each other about so many things. What secrets you don't want people to know; standing on the hill, you can appreciate the beauty of the spring outside the mountains that has never been seen before in March, and you can also hear the ringing bells from the temple not far away..." Zewang's description really aroused my yearning for the snowy Baiyu County.

Most of the cities in the world are famous, prosperous, rich and prosperous because of their people. She is a stunning woman who was originally born in a mountain village in Yuedi, picking mulberry and raising silkworms. The water in the river was fragrant and the fish in the river were ashamed because of the gauze laundry skirt, and the women in the village were envious because of the abdominal pain. When she went up the mountain, the birds rushed to sing for her; when she entered the city, the silk and satin she woven by herself was sold out. In fact, people did not just buy her silk and satin. As soon as she accidentally appeared, she dumped the entire city of Hangzhou.

By the Tingjiang River, by the Tingjiang River, the wind remains the same for ten years, and the sound of grass and flowers change with the people. The white sand was once a scenic spot, but now the pebbles have become a hazard. The egrets are dotted with sadness, and the scattered owls are anxious and confused. The twilight envelopes the river bank, which is rugged and rugged, but it is the Fangdian of old. Dao Mo asked me: Where can I see the beautiful scenery? There is a night of fishing and returning to the boat, and the sound of the flute is played late: the official road is clear, the peach is red and the plum is white, and the orioles and swallows appear.

There is an elegant and dusty miniature mountain range on the east bank of the Mianyuan River. The smoke from every house is arousing the swallows, and the orioles are singing everywhere. Every step is quiet and elegant, the pines and cypresses are green, and the mountain flowers are blooming and fragrant. Legend has it that in the late Ming Dynasty, Zhao Xiang, a high official in the imperial court, traveled thousands of miles to Shu to avoid Wei Zhongxian's rebellion. He took a fancy to this mountain, so he took his family's treasures and lived in seclusion in the mountains in a place that was as high as the ridge of a roof and as deep as an urn. Later, his bones were buried here.

Looking through Chinese history books, we can find broken halberds on the battlefield, skirts in the harem, and the filthiness and filth of eunuchs and traitors. However, in Chinese history, there have been many ups and downs, and the blood and bones of Pao Ge, who made people sigh and sigh, were buried in the smoke of history. Their hurried and vague back figures can only be seen through the billowing dust. This cannot but be said to be a great pity in history. Yes, they are distant rivers and lakes. Some of their characters and events are mostly recorded in the archives of the Qing Dynasty, the Republic of China, and even the People's Republic of China with hateful words such as "bandit" and "robbery." And most of them are just ordinary beings, those who lick blood from the knife edge and live in humiliation, and they don't even have time to figure out what happened.