A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible.

However, when the Vietnamese talk about Tianmu Mountain, they can still see it through clouds of different depths.

On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China.

The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.

My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight.

Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves.

Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space.

Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended.

Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains.

Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.

God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling.

An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon light up the gold and silver terrace.

With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.

I move, my soul flies, and I wake up with a long sigh.

My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.

This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.

Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face!