A poem that begins with a rock character

I turn and see the waves moving as from heaven, and clouds above the cliffs coming idly, one by one.

There are no immortals on the rock, and a towel is near the water to see the peach blossoms.

You are forced to stay for a banquet for the prince and grandson, and the rest of the flowers on the rock will fall into wine bottles.

Although the ancient well in the rock leads to the sea, the clouds in the cave are not in the sky.

Sitting in the deep part of the rock, reasoning and talking about the mysterious.

Under the rock, there is no intention to fly.