On the tenth day of the tenth lunar month, past the Minor Snow solar term, the leaves in the north had long since fallen, while the ancient city of Yuzhang in the south presented a completely different scene. In my youth, when I first learned the "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng," I only grasped its general meaning, not its true essence. Now, at thirty, I ascend the Pavilion of Prince Teng for the first time, astonished by its magnificent grandeur. Though my experiences are not as extensive as Wang Bo's, I can still feel his emotions. Standing atop the pavilion, gazing into the distance, the setting sun casts its golden light, the Gan River flows northward, seasons have changed, stars have shifted, but the green mountains remain. All the past events and tales are now just fodder for laughter!