Change the story of Xiaoshitan into a poem, starting with I came and saw Xiaoshitan

Walking a hundred and twenty paces from the hillock to the west,

I can hear the sound of water like a ring wearing a ring.

It makes me happy to cut bamboo and take the road.

The water is especially clear and there is a small pool.

The island is rolled out from the bottom of the stone,

Green trees and green vines line the shore.

There are hundreds of fish in the pond,

They all seem to be swimming in the air with no support.

The shadows are spread on the stone and under the sun,

I play and play leisurely.

The fighting breaks the snake's movement and the light disappears.

The source of the canine tooth stream is the bank of the river.

It is so lonely surrounded by bamboo trees,

The desolate spirit and cold bones are gone.