The Story of Xiaoshitan
Walk a hundred and twenty paces west from Xiaoqiu, across a bamboo field, hear the sound of water, like the sound of a pierced ring, and feel very happy. After cutting down the bamboo, we saw a small pool at the bottom. The water was particularly clear and clear. It was a dike, an islet, a rock, and a rock. Green trees and green vines are covered with swaying winds, scattered and scattered.
There are hundreds of fish in the pond, but they all seem to be swimming in the air and have nothing to rely on. The sun is clear, and the shadows are spread on the rocks, still motionless, disappearing in the distance, coming and going, as if enjoying themselves with tourists.
Looking southwest of the pond, you can see the twists and turns of snakes, which can be seen rising and falling. The shape of the shore is different from each other, and its source cannot be known.
Sitting on the pool, surrounded by bamboo trees, it was lonely and desolate, feeling desolate and desolate. Because the place was too clear to live in for a long time, I remembered it and left.
Travelers: Wu Wuling, Gong Gu, Yu Di Zongxuan. Those who followed were Cui's Erxiaosheng: "Forgive yourself" and "Fengyi".