When I arrived at the Confucius Temple, it rained, and in the cold weather of December, it seemed even more lonely. Because of the ancient poems of the population, I couldnt help but come to Jinling. Dusk, wild grass, Suzaku Bridge, sunset, Wuyi Lane, Tang Yan, a group of sad and floating mirrors, combined together, even more embarrassing. The alley is very inconspicuous, and the stone enamel is engraved with the green and green "wuyixiang", which is very low-key. The alley is reconstructed and is no longer a monument. However, what monuments do you want? It is enough to have three words in Wuyi Lane.