Seek the urgent translation of Pu Jie's poem "Summer Palace"! Okay, extra points!

winter goes and spring comes, and year after year, what remains unchanged is the clear spring of this bamboo forest.

Sitting on the boat, I don't know whether I am in the Paradise Wonderland or I have strayed into the ink painting.

Where is the towering pagoda on the gloomy mountain and the cloister Buddha building in the reflection of the lake light?

If this beautiful scenery is a round jade, the jade belt bridge must be a wisp of jade waist.

There are only bronze cows, accompanied by the silent sunset throughout the ages. (Witness the changes of the world)