The wind is clean, and the mountain is shades. From flowing, anything. Since Fuyang to Tonglu, one hundred, Qi Mountain is so water, the world is unique. Water is all in the water, thousands of faces see the bottom; the fish is fine stone, and directly looks. Rapidity is arrow, if the slam is rushing. The alpine, all the cold trees, negatively competing, mutual truth, fight high, thousands of peaks. Spring water stones, sound. Good birds, rhyme. There is a thousand turns, and there is no way. I'm flying in the sky, looking at the peak of the peak; Hengko is blocked, in the daytime; splitting, sometimes see the day.
