A poem tracing back to the essence

Looking at Lushan Mountain from the front and side of peaks and valleys, from far, near, high and low places, Lushan Mountain presents various faces. I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun. The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. After all, the world is just a small place.