Bantingju Inn Tengchong, come back! Come back!
The river follows the township, the township follows the river, and the river passes in front of the township. You and I meet, and light with the dust; Yunyong is auspicious and harmonious.
At the foot of Zhongtian temple, surrounded by old houses, on the Bank of backwater, flowers bloom on the street, and the shadow of Xixia heron. Half Pavilion, half Pavilion. Half elegant, half rough, half Chinese, half real court. How heavy are the buildings, and the pavilions are half leaning. The walls and eaves are new and old. Green brick and black tile, the swallow in front of the hall holds the spring. Climbing high heart wide, see green mountains and green waters, puff clouds, white clouds speechless diffuse phase stay. Half wall tea Liao waiting for the moon, a clear tea reward bosom friend, the shade is appropriate. This is a humble room, can chat, can sit alone, can write... Warm day moon, wonderful view at ease, meditation wash dust. When I hear the fishing song under the moon, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are comfortable, and the flowers are blooming and falling, so I am an elegant guest in the middle.
Half mountain, half water, half countryside, half Pavilion, half happiness and half bitterness; Also tea, also read, also by the shop, also live in heaven and earth, also my hometown.