I was born in Huizhou, and I have no previous life. When I went abroad at the age of thirteen or fourteen, I lost my desire to know about gold and silver, and most of the time I swam from Huangbai. I have been in a daze all my life and never dreamed of Huizhou. Xin' anjiang is full of water, and people on both sides are scattered. A few nights under Tunxi Bridge, heartbroken spring scenery is like Yangzhou. Every hill in the mountains is planted with wood, and every inch of land in the wild cannot be cultivated. The mountains are connected to the sea of clouds and waves in wuyue, and the water is connected to Jingyang. In the deep alley, the important owner disappeared, and Youzi said Zhu Cheng on the roadside. At the foot of Wugang Academy at the foot of Gong Ling Mountain, there are beautiful mountains and rivers. In the westward journey, filial piety is the first beautiful hometown in the south of the Yangtze River. Maolin xiuzhu reflects the village Guo, and birds and animals sing relative to each other. Beach after beach, beach after beach. Three hundred and sixty beaches, Xin 'an is in the sky. The sea is very precious, and Huizhou merchants hide three points. For hundreds of years, people have accumulated nothing but kindness; There is running water in the ancient road and smoke in the cold suburbs. The green hills are full of brilliance at dusk, and the clear water contains spring sill flow. In the misty rain, the boat swings in the air, and a hundred birds seek happiness. Huangshan returned without looking at Yue, Wuyuan returned without looking at the village. Living in Zhejiang, there is a deep-water cloud, and the highest bird path in Xin' an is lingering. Yi county small Taoyuan, misty and hazy. Qin Huang built a county to give him a good name, and Huishan gathered water to paint the shore; Beautiful birds come and go, but they still owe Huizhou a return.