The artistic conception expressed is that the poet entered a dream from the sentence "My heart and dreams are in my mountains". From here to "the lost cloud where I am", I wrote a dream, which is the main part of the whole poem. The poet dreamed that he flew over Jinghu Lake in Shaoxing metropolis overnight, and then flew to Tunxi in the moonlight of the lake. He saw that the place where Xie Gong stayed was still there, where the water rippled, monkeys crowed and the scenery was very elegant.
Original text:
Climb Mount Tianmu in my dream.
A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible.
But the more people talk about the mother mountain, the clouds are light or visible.
On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China.
The roof is 18000 feet, and at this point, it begins to turn southeast.
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight.
The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.
Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves.
I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder.
Midway through the sunny ocean, a sacred rooster crows in space.
Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended.
Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains.
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling.
Cave stone gate, drain in tiankeng.
An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon illuminate a golden and silver terrace.
Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one.
With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.
I moved, my soul flew and suddenly began to grow.
My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.
This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.
So I'm leaving you. I don't know how long it will take. But let me raise a white deer on my green hillside and ride to you when I need you, Dashan.
Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face!