城东二十里折上,择右路而行,见牌坊,二狮威然而立,以镇其城。虽名城,实则三百户未已。缘道径上,蜿蜒不知数十里。见坯房危然而立,数百年风雨侵蚀,梭角檐椽,深朽,畏而无从临。稍行,四面风声荡山,老树昏觉,而无半点寒鸦之声。坡头牧屋若隐若现,未闻牛羊之声。不觉已近山 In the east twenty miles east of the city, take the right road, see the archway, and the two lions stand on their way to the town. Although it is a city, it is actually three hundred. On the edge of the path, I do not know tens of miles. See the billet house standing in danger, hundreds of years of wind and rain erosion, shuttle angle, deep decay, fear nowhere. A little bit, the wind blew on all sides, the old tree fainted, without the slightest sound of Jackdaw. If the grazing house is still missing, the voice of cattle and sheep has not been heard. Feeling Already Near Mountains