I spent one summer in the little town of Wucheng. I was born in Jishan Village, Wucheng Town.I went there because it is only ten miles away from the deserted small village of Jishan，where I spent the happiest and most formative years of my life. There I learned farming and fishing，and having experienced the passing of parents one after another,and had my heart broken.
Even in the heyday of its glow Jishan Village never had more than four hundred inhabitants,and its entire existence covered a span of about five hundred years. Shortly after I left the village， it was abandoned;bats and swallows nested in the decaying cabins,and for more than wenty years wild boars grazed over the spot.
A few years ago,however,
Yongxiu Wucheng Migratory Bird Town Investment and Development Co., Ltd secured the site, they are planning to develop this place as a tourist destination.
The same jujube tree under which I studied and wrestled and play chess are still standing.Every morning I used to motor up there from Wucheng Town,and some poems were written under the tree.What a lovely spot in which to work! In front of me flowed the winding Meixi Lake in Poyang Lake，and all about me the woods and the Hay-fields were musical with the call of the wild duck ；and through the trees flashed the color of the Oriole and Sparrow. I felt as if I had returned to my childhood.
