Classical literature is like old wine, with fragrant seasons and poetic life. The spring is full, and Wang Wan is at the foot of Gubei Mountain, witnessing the grandeur of "the two sides widened until the ebb tide, and there was no wind to stir my lonely sail"; Xia Yi was drunk in Yuan Ye, and Xin Qiji lingered in the countryside, savoring the joy of "rice flowers smell good and listen to frogs"; The autumn wind sends elegance, and Tao Yuanming and his house are built in a humanistic environment, enjoying the tranquility of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely"; Standing between heaven and earth, Confucius realized the profundity of "the deceased is like a husband, not giving up day and night" When chanting, mountains and rivers are intentional; Where you stare, the vegetation is affectionate.