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Yue Cheng District
The childhood home of author Lu Xun at Sanwei Study defines Yuecheng, home to the romantic verses of Shen Garden and rowing black-awning boats.
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Shaoxing is Lu Xun's hometown and home of the Orchid Pavilion, a canal city of black-awning boats and mellow yellow rice wine.
In regional terms, the clearest first clue to Shaoxing is “Shaoxing is Lu Xun's hometown and home of the Orchid Pavilion, a canal city of black-awning boats and mellow yellow rice wine.” Together, environmental, historical, and cultural elements give Shaoxing a profile that can be distinguished from nearby places. Continuing local life gave inherited spaces new uses and memories, allowing historical layers and contemporary activity to coexist. Today, the interaction between environment and society remains visible in landscape, urban texture, daily activity, and local memory. These details make Shaoxing a clear case of how a wider region is built from specific places and sustained lives.
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The childhood home of author Lu Xun at Sanwei Study defines Yuecheng, home to the romantic verses of Shen Garden and rowing black-awning boats.
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The Orchid Pavilion commemorates calligrapher Wang Xizhi composing the Lanting Preface along winding streams in Keqiao, near Anchang Ancient Town.
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The ancient shrine of Cao E Temple honors filial piety in Shangyu, birthplace of early Yue Kiln celadon pottery along the Cao E River.
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The sixteenth-meter stone Maitreya Buddha of Dafo Temple anchors Xinchang, inspired by Li Bai legendary poetic dream journey on Mount Tianmu.
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The tranquil shores of the Huansha Brook mark the legendary home of ancient beauty Xi Shi in Zhuji, famous for the five-tiered Wuxie Waterfalls.
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Cradle of traditional Yue Opera, Shengzhou preserves the late hermitage of calligrapher Wang Xizhi at Jinting and celebrated steamed bun delicacies.
Hometown of shifu private advisers and Shaoxing rice wine; the December festival drapes streets with cured duck and sausage — Jiangnan's most lived-in water town.
Where mountains multiply and streams double one doubts there is any path; amid shady willows and radiant blossoms emerges yet another village.
Between dawn and dusk the air and light change; mountains and waters hold a clear radiance. This clear radiance can delight a man; the traveller, at ease, forgets to go home.
How could I lower my brows and bend my waist to serve the mighty and noble, and never again show a happy face?
joy departs with the hour and sorrow follows it.
I set out upon a sudden wave of inspiration and return when that inspiration is spent—why must I see Dai!
The mountains and rivers light each other up, so that one cannot take it all in.
Before you look upon this flower, this flower and your heart return together to stillness. When you come to look upon this flower, its vibrant colors instantly illuminate. Thus you know this flower exists not outside your mind.
I do not want the courage of the common man; I want you to advance together and retreat together.
All the worthies came, young and old gathered together.
Yue will multiply and gather for ten years and teach and train for ten years; within twenty years, Wu will be a marsh!
Gaozu always put on armour and took up his weapons ahead of his men, breaking the enemy's front in every fight.
I have heard that worthy men are the treasure of a state and beautiful women its bane.
Looking up to gaze upon the immensity of the cosmos, looking down to survey the abundance of all living kinds, thereby allowing the eyes to wander and the heart to roam. Surely we know that treating life and death as one is hollow falsity, and equating longevity with early demise is sheer delusion.
Cruel is the east wind, fragile is joy. A breast full of sorrow, years of lonely separation. Wrong, wrong, wrong! Though mountain vows endure, silk letters are impossible to send. Cease, cease, cease!
In vain I pledged myself a Great Wall on the frontier; in the mirror my thinning temples have already gone grey.
Who could have foreseen this life: my heart on the Tian Shan, my body growing old by the riverside.
I regret not having heeded Zixu's words, and so brought myself to this.
All the world, bustling and jostling, comes for profit; all the world, swarming and crowding, goes for profit.
Try throwing it on the ground; it will ring like metal and stone.
He led out the army but died before victory, forever making heroes wet their sleeves with tears.
In serving the emperor, the crown prince's part is to attend at his meals and ask after his health; it is not fitting for him to meddle in outside affairs.
