The mountains and rivers flow in the direction of Ma Benteng, and the peaks seem to flow eastward. In front of the waterfall, if you are suddenly frightened, you will run around and the water will rush down. The upward splash is beating like a sparkling pearl. A small bridge spans a swift stream, just like a crescent moon bent like a bow. Now that people are old, it's time to live a leisurely life, but God has asked me to take charge of one thing, commanding the mountains like a hundred thousand troops. Although the thatched cottage (Qi 'an) I built on the mountain is small, it is beside the shadow of a snake-like pine forest and in the sound of stormy pines.
In the early morning, I greeted the dawn of the East in the fresh air, watching three or five peaks emerge from the mist one after another, scrambling to meet me and say hello to me. After the red sun rises, the mountains are more colorful. Some peaks are like the younger brother of Dong Jin Xie, well dressed and upright. Some peaks are just like the style when Sima Xiangru went to Linqiong in Han Dynasty. There are horses and chariots running in front of them, which are luxurious and elegant. Being in it, I feel vigorous, profound, elegant and vigorous, as if intoxicated by Sima Qian's articles. Walking on the newly-built dike road, I asked with concern: When will the project of building the salt lake be completed, so that I can see the beautiful scenery in the misty lake.