A beautiful four-character poem.

On the other side of bloom in summer, maple leaves flow like flowers. Love in Qingcheng Mountain is like a light cloud, a light wind, a light sky and a light cloud. In summer, steaming water, clouds, smoke, wind and tobacco keep you warm all your life, drinking rain in the middle of the night, leaving the pagoda drunk, berthing alone, dying in the fifth watch, half smearing snuff, slanting rain in the bamboo forest, and sending it away alone.