The architecture of the dream town gives people a sense of sight that blends ancient and modern times. It seems to be bounded by the small tributary of the canal, with modern high-rise buildings on one side, antique pavilions and exquisite gardens on the other. It is quiet in the middle of noisy, no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, there is no charm, especially in the spring rain season, sitting on the promenade by the river, watching the drizzle of the river, the green of all things budding, as if time and space are interlaced, back to the misty rain and the old memory of southern Anhui, that moment, there is a kind of watchful vicissitudes. And summer night, the sound of frogs by the river, that side of the rice field exudes a faint fragrance, printed with moonlight, people are intoxicated. The Xingtai Book House next to the rice field, the fragrance of books is filled, adding a little humanistic artistic conception to this town, like the bond of time and space, so that the past and the present meet here, live up to time. The mini cinema next door shows the changing history of ancient and modern times. Second, Starbucks and KFC are surrounded in turn, and the white walls and gray tiles are antique and may be in response to their retro dreams. Now in late autumn, the golden rice fields have given the harvest to the dream, left the root in the field, and waited for the next year, re-ploughed the hope, harvested the dream again, and reincarnated immortality. Dream town, no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, I hope to meet it.