I was always curious why Xu Zhimo translated Florence into 〞 Lengcui until I arrived at this place and experienced a full sunset from sunset to dusk. After climbing to the top of the mountain, I bought a bottle of beer in Michelangelo Square and sat on the steps. With the surrounding three or three couples and friends, laughing and playing, accompanied by the music played by a street band to enjoy this thick ink painting. The sky is different every second, and the sunset is covered with a layer of rouge powder for the whole city. The Arnold River runs through things, the river reflects the golden phosphorus under the sunset, and it ripples with a blush, as if the next second will melt in the evening. The old bridge of the poet Dante and his first lover Betris stands quietly. Witnessing that thousands of people have come and gone from the mountain, I saw the moonlight on the top of Mount San Miniato, the Arno River is like cold green, and the epiphany "/cold/cui" is three words