Outside Fengshan Prefecture, the continuous mountains and rivers intertwined, creating a captivating scenery.
"This river is called Weishui River; during the rainy season, its width reaches twenty zhang and originates from Yesan Lake."
On both sides, cliffs dangled precariously, with narrow paths zigzagging along, and below, the tumbling Weishui River.
Thorn bushes were everywhere, with wild wormwood reaching half a person's height.
Looking down at Weishui River, boats could be seen passing by from time to time.
"If I were a poet, seeing such a scene would probably make me unable to resist composing a poem.
Sadly, I am a Kitchen Knife, and all I want is to kill fish."
Qi Yuan was not immune to being moved by the scene and began to express his own feelings.
Of course, he did not feel homesick or frustrated by unacknowledged talents, so he could not produce a poem.
"The taste of fish meat buns must be great!" Chen Kangbao exclaimed.
