In March of Yangchun, warm and warm, walking in the long and quiet alley beside Guangling Road, raising eyes at will, the green blooming in the corners of the wall, the moving branches hovering on the guardrail outside the window, and even the sheets flying on the clothes rail, the spring couplets stretching out on the outside of the door frame, There is no place overflowing with thick fireworks, thinking back to the once-hee, lamenting the colorfulness of Zhongchun, inadvertently dressed up the usual days of the radiant, life is really good. I walked free, I walked to Zhu Ziqing's former residence, this former big literary tyrant, with his pride and backbone to support the dignity of the nation and the country, "open the sky horse, Qiyi people in the dragon", now, hurried away, the back forever. The simple and shabby of the gentleman's room made me not to bear to see, the "Autumn Mountain Travel Map", like the true portrayal of Mr. himself in his life, how difficult! The favorite Mr. "back shadow, deep love, remembering his father, tears, the deceased has died, how embarrassed! I once crossed the mountains and the sea, also through the sea of people, I once had everything, in a blink of an eye fluttering like smoke.