Huangyao Ancient Town, a Lingnan version of a dreamlike hometown. Nestled deep within karst mountains, surrounded by verdant peaks, a thousand years of time have polished the bluestone slabs of the ancient alleys to a smooth, rounded surface. Stone bridges and clear streams connect the old houses, scattered at varying heights, creating a poignant sense of nostalgia. Here, time can pass slowly; by the pond, under the banyan tree, a chair and a cup of tea, one can "sit for so long that one forgets the rising sun, and idly laugh at the busy white clouds." Or time can pass quickly; life is fleeting, like grass in autumn, decades and centuries seem like yesterday. All sorts of joys and sorrows seem to be etched into the vicissitudes of the ancient town, yet everything remains unchanged.