I have just drunk the waters of Changsha
And come to eat the fish of Wuchang.
Now I am swimming across the great Yangtze，
Looking afar to the open sky of Chu.
Let the wind blow and waves beat，
Better far than idly strolling in courtyard.
Today I am at ease.
It was by a stream that the Master said ——
“Thus do things flow away！”
Sails move with the wind.
Tortoise and Snake are still.
Great plans are afoot：
A bridge will fly to span the north and south，
Turning a deep chasm into a thoroughfare；
Walls of stones will stand upstream to the west
To hold back Wushan's clouds and rain
Till a smooth lake rises in the narrow gorges.
The mountain goddess if she is still there
Will marvel at a world so changed.
Technically， higher living standards are available there， but private cars become something of great necessity for the movement over long distance. As a result， the dwellers there， restrained in their limited societies， can no longer enjoy the free choice of the diversified life in the city center； find it impossible to stroll， remain motionless， examine the other people， or be examined in the crowed city center； and lost the opportunity to communicate with some other residents they came across. So the community in the suburbs， though as wide as tens of thousands of square meters， acts as nothing but a subsidiary area instead of an effective space for the public life.