Walking west from the hill 120 steps, you can hear the sound of water passing through the bamboo forest, like the sound of people's annual rings colliding with each other, and feel very happy. Cut down the bamboo, open a road, walk along the road, and see a small pool, which is particularly clear. The small pool is based on the whole stone, close to the shore, and part of the stone bottom is rolled out of the water. Into jade islands, rocks and other different shapes. Green trees, ivy, covered with twisted, swaying drooping, uneven, fluttering in the wind.

There are about 100 fish in the pond. They all swim in the air without any support. The sun shines directly on the bottom of the water, and the shadow of the fish is reflected on the rocks at the bottom of the water. The fish stood motionless and suddenly swam away, coming and going, brisk and agile, as if having fun with people who were playing.

Looking southwest of Xiaoshichi, I saw the stream winding like the Big Dipper and snake. The terrain on both sides of the river is jagged, and I don't know the source of the stream.

I sat by the pool, surrounded by bamboo forests, and few people came. It makes people feel sad, cold, quiet and deep, full of sadness. Because the environment here is too bleak to stay long, I wrote down this scene and left.

Wu Wuling, Gong Gu and my brother Zong Xuan went to play together. They were accompanied by two young people named Cui. One is self-forgiveness, and the other is Feng Yi.