The waterfalls of Nanshan Mountain are filled with water, and the rocks are flowing like thunder. People face each other and no one hears their voices.
The green moss is wet, the moss is old and thick, and the spring grass cannot grow on it.
The beasts dare not stir, and the birds dare not fly. The white turtle is playing with the whirlpool and the waves,
committing itself to vertical and horizontal movements. The king is so benevolent that he will not catch fish without a net, and he will be born according to his nature.