Wandering to the West Niche
Song Dynasty? Ren Yue
The doorway is densely forested with cold cypresses and passes through a small bamboo stream.
Chengjiang Zhushuan is to the north, and the evening light is to the west of Biyan.
The bamboos are planted with clear springs, and the pavilions in the south are neat.
The empty corridor faces the green wall, and the dangerous stack spans the elixir staircase.
The extremely comfortable flat seat is half a kilogram from the distant peak.
The stars look out from the Xuan window, and the clouds are blowing in the lapel sleeves.
The nectar of spring is heavy, and the mist is thick and misty.
The mountain ape howls sadly at night, and the valley bird cries loudly and secretly.
The south niche of the ancient temple is close, and the east corridor of Bacheng is low.
The cup flows into the old pool water, still engraved with ancient inscriptions.
The scorching heat cannot stop you, and the cool breeze carries you like a breeze.
In what year, I pulled the reins and came here to raise my true habitat.
This poem describes the scenery of the Western Mountains. It is carved on the stone wall of the small well in Foye Bay and can still be clearly seen today.