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Composition of Yunli Lake Fountain in Shanglin County

This lake, like a pearl lost among the people, is still poetically stored on the earth, which is subtle and gentle, adding a touch of beautiful color to the north. How many eyes have been repeatedly wiped by the sky in this pool of lake water? Flowing clouds fall into the lake, embraced and loved by the lake. And how many desolate and beautiful memories are hidden in the stones that survived from the depths of time? The wind and frost have passed, and the conspiracy of many seasons can't change the expression of the stone. This expression is a deep historical imprint, and the lake has become a distant chapter in the imprint.

The lake was originally a "stone hillock" formed by volcanic eruption hundreds of millions of years ago. It is said that the Bohai Kingdom once built its capital here and mined stone to build a palace, thus forming a huge stone pit. After the completion of Miyagi, Dashikeng became an artificial lake for fish farming, lotus, boating and fishing.

The fate of the lake began at this time. Legend has it that she became the back garden of the royal family. Spring flowers and autumn moon, the east wind last night, looking back in the middle of the month, everything has become the wind and smoke of history. The ancient country was buried by the years, and the lake survived in the legend. The lake is a witness to the prosperity of the ancient country, and it seems to shed tears for the disappearance of the ancient country. The ancient fragments in the soil opened their frightened eyes. A thousand years later, the earth has lost the memory of its original roots in the noise of the world. The thousand-year history of those flowers and the moon in the spring breeze is just a mystery. Maybe only stones know, but stones can't talk. ...

How many years of desolation, how many years of cold silence, how many years of being buried by dust, swallowed up in the lewdness of wormwood, and filled with sadness and tears in the corners of rocks. In the last shadow day after day, the years show frosty flowers and bloom with expectation ... a big bird is singing and flying, from the Tang Dynasty, the Song Dynasty and even longer. Reed swaying in the wind, it seems to have lost its mind and withered in the corner of time. The lake was forgotten, misunderstood and ignored. In 1950s, people once dug it into a fish pond and called it "Peking University Paozi".

Many years later, this lake is no longer a fish pond, and its tacky name has been changed to "Xuanwu Lake". I don't know whether the lake is in the north of town or because of the basalt here. The lake is no longer shrinking and has been absorbed by this village. The village comforted her sadness and sorrow with a kind and sincere heart, and she no longer used memories to keep warm. The endless green paddy fields surround the lake, and the eyes of the lake are full of affection and excitement when watching the rice seedlings grow from weak to strong, and then the mature fruits are spit out from strong. Once lonely and barren, it has already become a yellowed diary. In the golden yellow waiting for harvest, the lake became spacious and quiet. ...

The smoke in the village is an eternal yearning for homesickness and a cordial greeting to the people who return home. Find a stone step and smell the fresh taste of the lake in the green moss marks. Twilight rolled down its huge curtains, stars blinked, whispered in the sky, insects chirped, frogs croaked like drums, and the village put out the last lamp and snored slightly. An old fisherman sat by the lake like a statue. He doesn't seem to care whether the fish takes the bait or not. He just blends himself into nature and communicates with the lake or grass and water with his heart. ...

The lake woke up, looking at the distant mountains and thinking about its thousand-year destiny. Escape from the disaster of history, accept the hint of time, shed glitz, give up greed, let the wind tear away grief, and enjoy the satisfaction and happiness of being a lake in the embrace of the earth with a peaceful mind and simple quality.