The lives of Guilinese can be said to be a history of eating rice noodles. When we are young, we follow its taste. When we are grown-up, we savor its taste. When we are old, we chase and ascertain its taste. How many ups and downs, joys and sorrows and partings and reunions are there? Only rice noodles know its bitterness and sweetness.
 
     Sweet-smelling, Sweet-smelling.

     Guilin rice noodles are delicious.
 
     Each piece has an end but you can not see the end.

     Each bowl has soup but you can not see the soup.

     If you don¡¯t eat it , you are not Guilinese.

     If you have eaten it, you would like to become Guilinese.

     Each piece of rice noodles is a mood of nostalgia.
 
     Each drop of brine is the teardrop of homesick son traveling afar.

     Bowls and bowls of rice noodles, filled with how many vicissitudes of lives.

Like one song , it sings of the bitter years and the temptation of scenery. As a river, it flows by the green mountains and waded through the white clouds, and stirs up the whirlpool of fate.

Guilin rice noodles are really tender and loving. No matter whether you are stranger or local,  commoner or president or general, celebrity or the populace, it treats you equally without discrimination, will love you, pester you, comfort you, and nourish you.

After touring the strange mountains and clear water of Guilin, if you eat the rice noodles, it will be not just an enjoyment of taste, but it will give you a spiritual enjoyment, and an attachment to the city of Guilin.