Rizhao incense burner produces purple smoke,
Looking at the waterfall hanging in front of Sichuan.
Flying down from 3,000 feet,
Until I think the Milky Way has fallen from the ninth floor of heaven.
Lushan Waterfall
,
Waterfalls, waterfalls,
Thunder kept rushing into the sea.
As long as Bai was in ancient times,
A boundary broke the green hills.
Cut bamboo shoots, double peaks, dreamy scenery, a splash-ink landscape painting. Looking at Paiyun Pavilion in the distance, the peaks are staggered like halberds.