Under the moonlight, the clear spring of Jiuxi 18 holes flows along the stone, how poetic! At this moment, I can't help reciting Wang Wei's poem: "(

It's near the end of December, and the climate is mild and comfortable. The old residence in Lantian Mountain is worth visiting. I know you are reviewing your scriptures (preparing for the exam), and dare not disturb you easily, so you go to the mountains (for fun), rest in the Temple of Sensei, and leave after having a vegetarian meal with the monks in the mountains. On the way home, I waded through the water in the north, and the clear moon has already reflected the battlements. When I boarded Huazigang at night, I saw the water in Wangchuan rippling in the moonlight. In winter, the distant mountain fires are flickering among the trees. You can also hear dogs barking like leopards from deep alleys. At night, the sound of rice in the village is interlaced with the sparse bells from the temple. At this time, all the servants have rested, and only I sit quietly alone, often recalling the days when I was with you. (We) joined hands to compose poems, strolled among the paths and stood by the clean stream. When the grass trees spread and grow in the next spring, you can see the mountains are green, small fish emerge from the water, Bai Ou spreads its wings and flies, the water dew wets the river bank, and pheasants sing in the wheat field. This beautiful scenery will soon come. Can you come with me to enjoy it? If it weren't for you, who are naturally Minhui and elegant in taste, how could I invite you with this unimportant matter? However, there is a strong interest in it! Never neglect to miss it. The person who consigned Phellodendron amurense sent you a letter by the way, so you can't elaborate on it one by one. Wang Wei, a mountain man, said.