Looking up at the waterfall, I saw it pouring down, hitting the four corners of the rock and splashing beautiful jade flowers. I can't help thinking of this poem.

At the foot of the waterfall, holding clear spring water is very comfortable. Looking up, the waterfall poured down, splashing, hitting the corner of the rock, splashing beautiful jade flowers. Looking at this beautiful waterfall, I can't help but think of that poem (flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days). In front of this waterfall, there is no magnificent scenery of the waterfall in the poem, but there is also a spectacle of "flying down several cliffs and sighing flying flowers".