A gust of wind blew me to the southern mountains. It was dark on the mountain, and the animals knew it was time to go home. Crashed with a clash, I was dragged to the ground by an unknown force, fell on the mountain and went straight down the valley. Somehow, I went underground. It's dark and crowded here. After a long time, it suddenly dawned on me, a beautiful city-Jizhou (Jinan).
As soon as I entered the city, I heard people on the street say that a man named Ceng Gong built a North Watergate on the bank of Daming Lake, and finally he didn't have to sleep in the middle of the night for fear that the flood would suddenly come. I don't know where this is or whether I will arrive.
Follow the water to a place called Baotu Spring. It was pushed up by a kind of thrust, flew a foot and fell down again. In the cool and quiet spring, it looks to the shore. The pavilions and bridges on the shore are all made of red and yellow wood, as if they had just been built. The bridge on the pavilion is crowded with people, as if they all came to see the Spring Festival, the new bridge and the new pavilion. There are also children: singing a school of jade from afar, and secretly sprinkling mountain dust. Winter is often warm early, and moist spring tea tastes more real. I feel the road is like a mirror, and the most pitying sand is like a wheel. He once became the Qilu Fengjiang Association, and the situation entrusted Hubei and Britain to the world. I feel that this is written by that man named Ceng Gong again.
After a day in Baotu Spring, I followed the slow water to the wide moat, which surrounded Jinan, and I followed the moat around Jinan. The river bank is covered with willows, the river is straight, the grass in the water turns green, and the water on the bank looks greener against the willow green. There are more or less several people watching the river on the shore. One is sitting on the shore watching the water, two are chatting with each other, and three are holding buckets and water in their hands.
All the way to the west, I came to a big lake and looked at a stone tablet on the shore that said Daming Lake.
There is a big boat on the big lake, there is a lotus beside the big boat, there is a lotus in the lotus, and there is a big lake under the lotus.
There is a bridge in the distance. I heard that it is to prevent the water on Daming Lake from running around. By the way, there is another way. People call it Zendi, and so on. Why this Ceng Gong again?
Daming Lake is so beautiful that I can't bear to leave. I don't know which morning, people in the city got up early, closed the city gate, surrounded the city gate, and blocked a person from leaving. Look carefully, isn't this man Ceng Gong? People in Jinan are all reasonable. After all, there are not many political ideas in Jinan. The arrival of a great man like Ceng Gong is a blessing. What do you talk about?
But the whole city can't forget Ceng Gong, so they built a Nanfeng Temple (Nanfeng Temple is the hometown of Ceng Gong). The pavilion is very big, and many people come to worship. People in Jinan cannot forget their kindness in this way.
I should go, too. Ceng Gong will try to practice in a new place, and now it's time for me to pursue my distance.
I'm really ashamed. I am in Jinan, but I don't know much about Jinan.