Peach Blossom Garden was rewritten as The Adventures of Fishermen.

I am a stupid person. I make a living by fishing. In recent years, wars have continued, and the emperor's old son only cares about playing, not asking about state affairs and plundering the people's fat. I'm on the fence now, and it's hard to support my wife and children. I'm depressed.

Today, I went fishing by the river as usual. I really hope the weather will be fine and I can get some nets. I collected several empty nets two days ago. The big fool's house next door to Chai Fu can take home a bundle of firewood every day. Why does the mountain recognize the woodcutter as a tree and the water recognizes the fisherman as a fish? I was shocked and suddenly surprised to find that the surrounding scenery had completely changed. There are large tracts of peach blossom forests everywhere, but there are no other trees. The grass is fresh and green, the flowers are bright and beautiful, the peach blossoms are flying all over the sky, the faint clouds are lingering around, and a fragrance is blooming around. I am surprised, how can there be such a beautiful place in this year of war? I want to get to the bottom of it and see what's behind Taolin.

So I continued to paddle, and Taolin was exhausted at the source of the river. There is a hill in front and a hole in front, as if the stars are shining. Is this the hiding place of the thief's den? I was a little happy, so I locked the boat and went into the cave. At first, the hole was very narrow, so I had to pass sideways. After dozens of steps, the hole suddenly opened. I put my head out of the hole, rubbed my eyes incredibly hard, and bit my arm hard with my mouth, leaving a red tooth mark. I just looked at it. Is this a fairyland on earth? Don't have a hole in the sky! The land here is fertile, the crops are neat and clean, and there are rows of houses. Fertile fields, beautiful ponds, tall mulberry trees and bamboo filled my eyes. The criss-crossing paths in the field seem to be woven into a happy net, and you can hear the barking of chickens and dogs when you stand in it sparsely. Young men are working in the fields with hoes, and young women are weaving at the door. Their clothes are exactly the same as those outside us. Old people lie on comfortable and spacious loungers under vines, enjoying family happiness. Some unkempt children are playing hide-and-seek and fishing in small groups. I saw something from their faces that I had been away from for a long time-a smile.

Suddenly a man saw me and looked me up and down with a very surprised expression. Because this is someone else's territory, of course I have to be cautious. So I grinned and said, "What's your name, please?" The man just reacted and waved his fist and said, "Don't call me Li, just call me Da Li. What's your last name and where are you from? " I replied, "My name is Liu, a quiet word. I am afraid of your jokes. My mother wanted me to be an honest and quiet person since I was young, so she gave me this name. I come from Jingzhou, a fisherman. I somehow got lost when I was fishing by the moat and came here. " After thinking for a while, Dali invited me to stay at his house for a few days and gave a banquet to welcome me. Faced with his enthusiasm, I refused and had to go with him. Along the way, many people greeted him and asked each other. Someone asked me, and he said he was a distinguished guest from other places. In this way, the news spread, and everyone knew it. They all came to see me at the Da Li family and asked me to inquire about the outside world. They claimed that due to the tyrannical and ruthless rule of the Qin Dynasty, they took their wives, children and neighbors to take refuge in this isolated place. With the passage of time, the way they came was gradually lost and deserted. They encourage each other to work, harvesting silk in spring and grain in autumn. There is no king here, and there is no tax. They live freely and happily here. They asked me how many generations I had been handed down by Qin Shihuang. I am surprised that they don't know the Han Dynasty, let alone the Wei and Jin Dynasties. So I told them about the recent dynasty, as I usually heard from Mr. Shu. I began to hesitate to talk about this dynasty, but later I thought, this is not the territory of the emperor's old son, and it would be fine. I began to pour out my grievances to them and tell them about the suffering of our people at dawn. I talked for three days and nights before I felt comfortable. After listening, Taoyuan people burst into tears, leaving tears of sympathy and lamenting: "The world has turned for 500 years, and it is a dark dynasty, suffering the people!" Soon, people dispersed one after another. They invited me to their home and gave me a banquet. After living in Taohuayuan for a few days, I felt that it was not good to disturb others again, so I said goodbye to Dali. Before leaving, Dali said to me, "What happened here is not worth mentioning to the outside world!" "I don't know why.

When I left, I suddenly realized that I had fallen in love with this place, which was my lifelong belief. I meditate, I think hard, I think the only way to occupy this place is to rely on the government. So I rowed the boat on my way home, tore my clothes into strips and tied them to the trees along the way to make obvious signs. When I arrived in the county, I hurried to the yamen and told the satrap about my experience. The satrap was a little suspicious at first, but I swear it must be true. The satrap was also dubious and sent several people with me. When we arrived at Chenghe, the cloth flew all over the sky like a blade and fell into the water, forming a "back" character. Back? I'm lost again. I looked around and couldn't find any signs leading to Taoyuan. Suddenly I seemed to see Dali's smiling face in front of the fog. I immediately pulled the officers and men to look over there, and there was nothing, even the fog disappeared without a trace. Those government lackeys are very angry. They added sticks to me, and I lost consciousness and fainted. When I woke up again, I was already in the street, in rags. Asked about my wife, I have remarried with my children. I was in pain. I cried loudly in the street. Suddenly, a man handed me a steamed bread. I saw an old man riding a donkey, with his beard and hair fluttering. I wiped my tears and saw that he was not from here, so I asked him what he was doing here. He said he hoped to find the legendary Peach Blossom Garden. This is Liu Ziji. Hearing this, I quickly dissuaded him from going. For the sake of the same surname, listen to me and go home. At this time, he insisted on going. I shook my head helplessly and walked away alone. Later, the street said that Nanyang Liu Ziji was crazy and wanted to find a paradise. As a result, I found nothing and died of illness. I have to sigh for him.

Later, the world was in chaos, the dynasty seemed to be crumbling, and I was forced to leave my hometown. I met a hermit named Tao Yuanming and told him my experience. So he wrote "Peach Blossom Spring" to hide his name for me.