In the poem, the autumn water in Dongting Lake rises, almost flat with the shore, and the water and the sky are in harmony. Yunmeng Ozawa's steam transpiration is in vain, and the stormy waves seem to shake Yueyang City.
In August and autumn, the lake is full and round, flush with the shore; From a distance, the smoke waves are vast, the water and the sky are the same, and they are integrated. The scene is spectacular.