Daxiang Weiyang

There is Hefeng City in Baima County, Liushangzhou. There is a Yaodong Tower in the city. There is no bell on the top of the tower. It chimes in the Mid-Autumn Festival for three thousand years. There is a salt and vinegar alley under the tower, and the road surface has never been dry. There lived a young man in the alley who made a living by fishing. I read an old book every night before going to bed. After reading it, I fall asleep and dream about someone wielding a sword. On the fifteenth day of every month, I go fishing for a blue and white carp in Golden Wing Creek, and I haven't done so for five years. He didn't wonder why. There is a ruins plain in the west of the city, where not a single blade of grass grows. Occasionally, there is a woman in palace clothes standing on the stone bridge in the east of the city, with guards holding spears standing behind her. The old storyteller next door spent half his life talking about Li Baibai under the tower. When he was drunk, he never mentioned the name of Li Baibai's sword. The maid in Dongshe puts a bunch of candied haws on his door every spring. The great Sizhu of Sutiansi had not left home for four years. In the fifth year, the fish did not come.