A piece of ice in the jade pot can only be used to describe it. When a green and vigorous is almost forgetful, the sky is pure, the wall is simple, the stone road extends to an unknown place, and nature and humanity are harmonious. Even the breath is inseparable, and the person in it will be infected without feeling, letting breathe lightly, filling the lungs slowly. This is the natural gas, and it is also the time to give the ancient city of Xiangyang the charm. In this "the first ancient town of Xiangxi "Walking in the sky, looking up the ancestral hall, the plaques can be seen everywhere. After experiencing the scent of the world, most of them are covered with marble-like mottled traces. It is conceivable that it has witnessed how many families have risen and fallen, and the ups and downs have gone with the clouds and rains. Stop. Time is speechless, vicissitudes of life, quietly standing, with this ancient city, waiting for me to visit, touch.