( 1)
It's raining and I open my eyes. Clouds are like Sendai.
A spring river is clear and leisurely, and ten miles of peach blossoms are beautiful.
The oriole sings tactfully, and the purple swallow dances in the mud.
As if in Penglai, I dreamed of three glasses of wine.
(2)
This is a fairyland on earth, and Yi Kai smiles in seclusion.
Yanyan Waterfall is clear, and the clouds are lingering on the misty peaks.
Households in the mountains are lighter than cranes, and the halls on the hills are not old.
Quiet, I am comfortable, I am vaguely hidden.
(3)
The fairyland on earth is bright, and the ink and wash are a roll of autumn.
The waterfall is sprinkled with silver beads and jade, and the forest overflows with color and fragrance.
Five-light fog peaks show, seven-color rainbow clouds are green, and oxygen is quiet.
A thin book becomes a new album, and it is difficult to accept the meaning of singing.
(4)
Waterfalls are loose, watermarks are loose, and white clouds are around the peak.
There are three huts near Yunzhan, and a fishing boat swings around in the ancient pool.
Don't say Penglai is a land of victory, dare say this place is a fairy mountain.
After reading Dan Qing, I still wonder, how can I live here?
(5)
Rong Qing Junmao Yulin Cong, Shuiyue Mountain Light Wave.
The jade belt bridge is full of floating bamboo cranes, and the green willows are drunk with the wind.
Flying geese fly in the blue sea of Tianchi, and rainbows fly in the snowy peaks.
Gathered in the secluded waterfalls and valleys of Tanquan, the fairyland on earth is exquisite.