Poems expressing Shantou's humanistic history

Shantou, a city that I once stopped in my dream trip. "Shantou First City"-a residential area for people to have a rest, left my footsteps and my memory here. She is a painting and a landscape in my heart. Face to face with it every day, blend with each other, and get in close contact with it in the form of running posture and yoga, so that my body and senses can feel the emptiness and leisure brought by Xu's indulgence. Heaven and earth are one. In its arms, I can sit cross-legged like a child, with my fingers touching; You can also lie prone on the ground, look down at the blue sky and white clouds, bend down and kiss the dewdrop lawn, and point to the sky in the bamboo shadow, where kapok is scattered all over the sky, green leaves are full of flowers, and you can look at the deer platform from a distance, lie down and recite poems and play the piano.