Be a happy man from tomorrow on. Feed the horse, chop the firewood, and travel around the world. Give each mountain a unique warm name... In the days of Shaxi, think of Haizi's poems. Innumerable moments, I want to buy a small courtyard, live quietly and slumber, and sleep with the wind, frost and rain for the rest of my life. has been to countless ancient towns. From Jiangnan to the border, Shaxi is one of the real ancient towns in my mind. Quiet and simple, antique, still retains the oldest architectural features. Ancient temples, ancient theaters, ancient shops, horse shops, ancient red sandstone streets, century-old ancient trees, ancient lanes, and ancient village gates. Here, it was once brilliant. This is a gathering and distributing town on the ancient tea-horse road. It promises countless horses and horses. After thousands of years of prosperity, it has finally become a quiet and silent town of Shaxi in the historical torrent. Only the silent stone bridge, the ancient road, and the ancient street are quietly telling its past. Only the Huihui River silently brings the brilliant course of Shaxi on the ancient tea-horse road into the distant sea.