Climb Xianglu Peak to the west and see the waterfall in the south.
It flows three hundred feet and sprays for dozens of miles.
It's like a flying lightning, and it's like a white rainbow rising.
The first startled river Han fell, half scattered in the sky.
Look up and watch the situation turn around, it is a magnificent feat of good fortune.
The sea breeze keeps blowing, and the moonlight on the river is still empty.
The air is shot randomly, washing the blue walls left and right.
The flying beads scatter the light clouds, and the foam boils on the dome stones.
And I enjoy the famous mountains and feel at ease with them.
No matter how you wash your face, you still have to wash your face.
And I am happy to live in harmony, and I would like to die in this world forever.
