Fish is beautiful, and the words used to say, "I want West Lake to be better than West Lake, with light makeup." It's a beautiful view that isn't just a human ink, a plain-head, and even a heavenly one that likes to visit the mountains of West Lake. For six years, South Song Hyo Zong Sun Hee, the Emperor's Zhao Jian has been swimming in the West Lake, and only the red ham silks from Song's sister-in-law's fish, the white silk silks, the golden silks, the green little onions laid above the very long cinnamon of sugared honey juice, have opened their appetites. And when he had talked, he discovered that she was an old subject who had moved to Qian'an with him, and that they had talked about their homes and had a great deal of fun, and that all the old things were pouring into their hearts, adding to this delicious bowl of fish. Zhao's praise of the fish is excellent, and he has given a special gift to her. After this incident began, Song's sister-in-law was named all over Hangzhou City, with more than a thousand slogans。
