The first time I traveled to Yangzhou alone, I got out of the railway station by 26 buses and got off at He Yuan Station. As a result, the station was a huge pit. The stop sign was in a place where I could not see any garden at all. The autumn mist was cloudy in the morning, and nobody was there. There was a bridge on the canal in front of me. I didn't know where to go. At this time, another bus came to a stop and the bus came down three times. Old aunt dancing in square dancing, really, at that moment, like the Red Army's Long March of 20,000 miles, finally saw the big army's footsteps, I am excited, really, for the first time I want to give a compliment to square dancing!!! This early morning, people are sleeping, on the lonely street, only the square dancer aunt like a voluntary guard team.. Er, it seems to be a long way off, so why, I rushed over and tried to pull out a harmless little white rabbit smile to ask for directions. As a result, the old aunts were really very enthusiastic. Three old aunts showed me the way in Yangzhou dialect, turning right and left together.... Later, with my aunt pointing out the direction of Jiangshan's arm, I unexpectedly went to Daming Temple again. My heart is crumbling, but fortunately, there is a sightseeing bus that goes directly to the garden He Yuan at the gate of Daming Temple. I finally succeeded in finding my destination ______________ Butterflies 985 and 211 basin friends, it's me, oh, what, I'm making a mark, so that men can see my literary talent.