The poem describing the natural cave is as follows:
1. The beauty of the cave is suspected to be a palace in the sky. The plank road is high in the sky, with hundreds of caves connected to each other. The sky Buddha is at the head, the wind tunnel is lined up, the golden bells are ringing, the rain clouds are flying, and the blue dragon is leaping. A stalactite stands tall and several stone waterfalls pile up. There is a cave in the sky, a landscape to watch, and stone flowers on the seabed that suddenly light up and disappear. In the Yaochi of Longteng, armored shadows are vivid, tigers are squatting, spirits are empty, and immortal energy is whining.
The lotus pond brews stone honey, and drinking it is like sweet honey; the sky curtain hangs down the pipe, and hitting it is like chime music. The west wind lifts the curtains, and the sacred fire and lanterns rest; the huge curtain hangs down, and thousands of piles of snow are rolled up. Magnificent and enchanting, the beauty of the caves is unique in the North. The wonder of the cave is like a tower on the sea. There are jade bamboo shoots and strange stones, which are very varied. The pavilions, terraces and pavilions are all made by nature. The two-foot-long stele without words is supported by Cang Yue, and its sacred literature is illustrious.
The seven-story pagoda of the pagoda looks like a divine bell cast in the sky, with rumbling Sanskrit sounds. When all the immortals gathered together, the Buddha pointed his finger at it, and a pillar held up the sky with majestic power; when all the gods subdued demons, and the Vajra held the pestle, half of the myth came to life. At the foot of the iceberg, Buddha attained nirvana, and in the Hall of One Hundred Gods, Kona Wanting. Then I saw thousands of scenes, the most magnificent, the most spiritual, the most dynamic, the exquisite painting, originally the work of heaven. It's strange and charming, and the cave scenery attracts guests and friends.
2. Walking into Yinziyan, touching your cold skin, it is as warm as jade and as cold as bones. Walking into you is like walking into the arms of a girl who has been imprisoned for many years, as cold as a poem. , sad love poems, wash away all the irritability in my heart.
The flashing neon lights exaggerate your sorrow and pain, and the water drops that keep dripping are crystal clear, like your thousands of years of tears, dripping on my lips, so bitter and astringent, how can One, the flashing spotlight, can read.
You wrote a thousand-year love poem. The rocks here are a group of monks chanting sutras. The drops of water seeping out from the sutras are wooden fish, calling for survival, monks. For the sake of the wooden fish in your hand, go out, get some air, and let the bright sunshine shine into your heart. Otherwise, even if you have been chanting for tens of thousands of years, you have not been able to save yourself from the darkness. How can you save all sentient beings?
3. Flying from the sky, your slender shawl and solid beauty pour out admiration. Neon is flying, colorful love is spreading, there is movement in the silence, the swing is a unique cave. Caressed by the spotlights, let your eyes climb along the poetic path, and the springs of the underground river will feed your heart back to the shore. Hand over my pen, copy the ripples of the mountains and rocks, soak in the beautiful shadows, and let the beauty and style last for thousands of years.