An ancient pottery resort, a world-famous city; located in the Three Jin Dynasties, famous in Jiuzhou. After thousands of years, it retains its ancient charm; after thousands of generations, it welcomes new glory. Connecting with the world, the Li family hired Lei Jun to live in the throne; the reputation spread overseas, and the famous teacher molded Shuanglin Weituo. There are a lot of great people and talented people. Three heroes lead the heroes of North China, and three grandsons establish the literary style of Jin Dynasty. It is a thing of the past that the Holy Queen and Emperor's son stayed here; it is not news that the movie king and singer came here to visit. There are eight scenic spots on all sides, and the scenery is as beautiful as clouds; tourists are everywhere in all directions. Famous in the painting world because of Wang Mulan's wonderful brushwork; famous in the music world because of Guo Lanying's good news. There are countless talented people competing in our hometown; a fool is lucky to be born in a precious land! When I was in Yiyou, it was mid-spring. The cold is gone but the warmth is strong. The red leaves have fallen and green buds are growing. Gather friends in the suburbs and meet lovers indoors; watch the strange scenery in the sun and appreciate the wonderful flowers under the moon. The sky is harmonious and the sun is beautiful, the mountains are green and the water is calm; the air is clear, the moon is bright, the clouds are light and the wind is gentle. The sky is full of stars, all of which are the sun and moon; the children everywhere are all descendants of Yan and Huang. Lutai Tower, Jinjing Tower. Helan Fairy Bridge has been lost, but the traces of Qingxu Fairyland still remain. Time is hard to stay, what can be immortal; youth is about to pass, and even more sorrow is hard to disappear. I am not jealous of Baoyu, but I admire Qi Mei. I hate the drama in the world, and lament the few true loves in life. The body has no worries, so it is easy to hide but also afraid of the world; the heart has thoughts, it wants to love but is afraid of being hurt by love. A confused young man cannot let go of tenderness; a great husband has no ambition! It is difficult to understand Li Sao, so I prefer people who chant Sao; if I don't feel comfortable with the vulgar charm, I respect people who live in seclusion even more. Love is difficult, ambition is difficult to achieve. Lonely wandering in the market, wandering alone in the fields. Love and joy flow through the water, and the wandering thoughts of lili; the hills and mountains of love represent the hidden heart of a wandering man. The soul is wandering in the world, and the spirit is wandering in the deep forest. The world is troubled but the mortal world is chaotic, the sages are pure but the fairy world is quiet. The seven sages in the bamboo forest are as elegant as the wandering clouds and wild cranes; the eight immortals in the drink are the hero of drunken life, dreams and death. How long will it take to set up a small business if the clouds in my heart never show up? Sigh! He is already 6 years old and has not achieved an inch of success. Things are unpredictable and life is short. Zi'an wrote twenty-six poems and died of drowning; Ximeng painted eighteen paintings and died due to deliberate considerations. The ups and downs of what I believe are certain, and life and death are difficult to determine. When the river goes east, I admire the strength of the east slope; when all the gold is gone, I sigh at the greatness of Taibai. A five-foot ordinary man is a layman. He is not a scholar, he wants to learn poetry, calligraphy, painting and sealing; he is not a warrior, he likes to learn swords, guns, swords and halberds. His talent is not Jizi, he laughs and curses; his nature is similar to that of Pu Lao, he is a ghost and fox fairy. The music of the harp, the harp, and the sheng is so melancholy that no music is played; the orchid, rhubarb, plum, and chrysanthemum are sentimental and willing to smell the fragrance. They are as wild as chrysanthemums, as fragrant as orchids, and as sparse as plum blossoms. They call themselves the gods in the flowers, and Wu's Three Thousand Sons are so!