Ascending the building, the waters are wide and the land is wide, and the wine is poured into the clouds and the mountains are high. Some poems wrote: "The rivers of the Yangtze River come from the sky, and the gods have broken through the ancients. The emperor is even connected to the three Chu, and the Huize cream flows through the nine miles. The waterfalls in front of the axe rock, the bottom of the Fulong pool is light and thunder. The embankment did not dare to resign, and the bamboo and stone business took the second cut." This journey, with your encounter with thousands of mountains, there is a quiet and concise flow between the heavens and the earth, quietly flowing into my heart. When I was about to set foot on the way home, the tree tree plum red at the door was still smiling at me. I know that this turn is a long river, and once it is awkward, there is a garden full of flowers. Although some people say: "In the travel of life, stop and go is a kind of leisure, while walking is an elegant, forgetting to walk is a kind of open-minded." But, a thousand years old, to forget you, I will always Can't do it!