Huanshaxi: It flows from south to northeast and enters Xijiang River, about 2 or 5 kilometers long. There are many historical sites along the coast. According to legend, Xi Shi washed gauze in this stream before entering Vietnam. Yi Fan in the Tang Dynasty wrote in Friends of Cloud Creek: "Wang Xuan swam in the Xijiang River, moored his boat in Zhuluoshan, and felt the national color buried in the dust. He suddenly talked about Xi Shi Si Tong and said, "There are green peaks on the mountain and beautiful meadows by the river. Nowadays, no one washes wool. "In the Ming Dynasty, the scholar in Chongzhen and the director of the Ministry of War collected a poem called Zhuluo Xizi Temple:" Spring stone is fragrant, gauze washes the past years ",which is to recite this.

Moonlight Huanshaxi

The night is undoubtedly beautiful, and the thin moonlight covers everything, just like the gauze clothes you spread out in the stream. The stream is also beautiful, just like the tranquility when you first came, just like the loneliness after you left.

The wind is beautiful, gently conveying the news of the moon, and the moon is also beautiful. Recalling the back of your gauze, everything is beautiful, just like my mood at the moment.

In the bright moonlight, a piece of brilliance is like washing. ...

I walk alone by the stream, and with the endless extension of the stream, my memory is also expanding, but in this way, I still can't see you clearly, and I can't screen out your clarity in the hazy, but the hazy is futile and can't stop my yearning for you, because in my heart, you have precipitated into a kind of beauty.

I sat quietly by the stream, admiring your busy figure under the dim light: you sometimes straighten your waist and curl your drooping hair; Sometimes I scoop a bucket of water and carry the frolicking butterfly lovers; The stream carefully cares for your ankles, and you carefully care for the washed gauze clothes, while the moon does nothing and secretly laughs at my dull eyes. ...

I won't think of you when I'm lonely, nor when I'm confused. My heart is calling for my love, as bright as the gauze in your hand.

But at this moment, there was a discordant voice in the distance. It was that crickets were playing with the hateful theory that "the wise are easy to pollute"

Smart people are easily polluted? Is the love I am looking for destined to stay in an illusory place?

Smart people are easily polluted! Teacher Xi, why are you so firm and persistent when I begin to doubt my true love? You look up and smile, then silently wash your tulle clothes. ...

Now times have changed under the stream, and now there is no you under the moon, and my thoughts have faded out of the stream night. The moon is silent, the autumn insects are silent, and only the stream is gurgling and crisp-is it washing away the traces of years on you? Or are you saying your own words?

Quietly, my thoughts began to pull away from the creek night, and my love gradually returned to reality.

As I lay dying, I was just the daughter of Stone, who is it without you and the moon on this night?

Under the gaze of the moon, I saw your soul standing by the flowing stone. ...

The night is undoubtedly beautiful, accompanied by the gurgling and cheerful stream, my heart, through time and space, saw you …