In February, a poem about birds appeared in Hunhe, Shenyang.

As the sun sets, the autumn colors move higher. Birds enter the empty forest, and people come to the ancient crossing. Short hair came from the breeze, and the thin moon was beside the canoe. South of the city 10 miles, the bell swallowed the floor. According to relevant information, this poem is from Hunhe Night Crossing. Through the description of natural scenery and human activities, this poem outlines the beautiful landscape of Hunhe River. Like a fresh and elegant ink painting, it shows the world the scenery of Hunhe Ferry at dusk.