Living leisurely here, few neighbors come, and the overgrown path leads to the wilderness.
Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door.
Walking across this bridge, you can see the charming scenery of Ye Yuan, and the feet of clouds seem to be moving on the floating rocks.
I will leave here for a while, but I will come back and retire with my friends on the appointed date.
Yuan Mu's masterpiece Poetry and Garden.
Flying clouds always lean on their hearts,
The bright moon sinks into the pool, and the shadow does not flow.
The moon should know me,
Meet in a foreign land year after year