Huang Binhong Memorial Hall, Qixialing No. 31. Free opening, closed on Monday. Baye Yue Wang Temple, stroll Qixialing. The treasured memories of childhood dance like butterflies, and strive to chase the good, memories like the hourglass of the palm, the more tightly grasped the flow, as if the foam drifting everywhere, disappear at the end of Qixialing. Huang Binhong Memorial Hall, small stone gate cave, blue brick and tile, winding path through the secluded place, I stopped, or what I longed for, should be found here. Walking into the small door of the memorial hall, as if stepping into a new world of independence. The courtyard is lush and green, and Mr. Huang Binhong's statue is in a green, amiable and lifelike expression, as if expressing a welcome to the visitors. This is a lonely house hidden in the city, surrounded by mountains and rivers, fresh air, and also a famous calligrapher Mr. Huang Binhong, the year of the suffocation, the place of health, and the final destination. The two-story independent old-fashioned building, with pictures and texts, introduced Huang Binhong's wonderful and peaceful life. Like his paintings and calligraphy, he gazed at his heart for a long time and finally returned to calm. The memorial even carefully restored Mr. Huang Binhong's living room, bedroom, calligraphy and painting room, etc., showing some of Mr. Huang Binhong's classic paintings, as if opening the lock of time, the old memory flowed in the heart. Art, it turned out to be a heart-moving journey through time and space, resonating heart. Huang Binhong Memorial Hall, I am here, I can't smell the taste of fame and fame. Simple and low-key, away from the hustle and bustle, quiet and cozy, and the artistic conception is long. What is the destination of life? For me, it is enough. Huang Binhong's former residence, as always, cherish goodbye. From your world passing by, I long for the quiet you have.