Rewrite the classical Chinese in the second paragraph of climbing in the dream of Tianmu Mountain into prose! ! !

I sleepwalked to wuyue as the Vietnamese said. One night, I flew over Jinghu Lake under the bright moon. The moonlight on Jinghu Lake shone on my shadow and sent me to Tongxi. The place where Xie Lingyun lived is still there today, with clear water rippling and apes singing. Wearing Xie Gong's special wooden shoes on his feet, he climbed a stone ladder as steep as a green ladder. Halfway up the mountain, I saw the sun rising from the sea and the sound of pheasants coming from the air. The mountain road twists and turns, the direction is uncertain, I am obsessed with flowers, leaning against stones, flickering. Bears are growling, dragons are singing, springs in rocks are ringing, dense forests are shaking, and layers of peaks are shaking. The clouds are dark, as if it is going to rain, and the water waves fluctuate and produce smoke. Lightning and thunder, the mountain seems to have collapsed. The stone gate of the immortal cave house cracked in the middle. You can't see the bottom of the cave when it's dark, but the sun and the moon shine on the gold and silver platform. Dressed in rainbows, riding the wind like a horse, the immortals in the clouds descended to earth one after another. Tigers play the piano, and couples pull carts. The immortals lined up like hemp. Suddenly shocked, suddenly awakened, long sigh. When I woke up, there was only a pillow mat around me. The smoke and clouds I just saw in my dream were gone.