This is a good ruins park. Seeing this ruins park, I suddenly remembered a poem: Weizhuang's "Taicheng" in the Tang Dynasty. The Lijiang River rains and the Lijiang River are all grassy, and the Six Dynasties are like dream birds. The ruthlessest is Taicheng Liu, still smoking cages Shilidi. Things change, things are not human, only the thousand-year-old willow, the ten thousand-year-old cypress, still can't stand. See the vicissitudes of the world