Under the moonlight, the clear springs in the Eighteenth Cave of Jiuxi flow along the rocks. How poetic! At this scene, I can't help but recite Wang Wei's poem: "(

It is now near the end of December, and the weather is mild and comfortable. It is worth a visit to my old home in the Lantian Mountains. I knew you were studying the scriptures and preparing for the exam, so I didn’t dare to disturb you easily, so I went to the mountains (alone), rested at Ganpei Temple, and had a fast meal with the mountain monks before leaving. (On the way back) As we crossed the Ba River to the north, (at this time) the clear moon was already shining on the city walls. Climbing Huazigang at night, I saw the water of Wangchuan River rippling under the moonlight. In winter, distant mountain fires flicker between the trees. You can also hear the barking of dogs from the deep alleys, like the barking of leopards. At night, the sound of rice pounding in the village intersects with the sparse ringing of bells from the temple. (At this time) all the servants have rested, and I am the only one sitting quietly, often recalling the past, the days when I was with you, (we) joined hands to compose poems, walked among the paths, and stood by the clear stream. In the next spring, when the grass and trees spread and grow, you can see the mountains are green, small fish surface, white gulls spread their wings and fly, the dew moistens the river bank, and the pheasants crow in the wheat fields. This beautiful scenery will soon be available , can you come and enjoy it with me? If you weren't a person with such an intelligent nature and elegant taste, how could I invite you with such an unimportant matter? However, there is a strong interest in it! Don't miss it by mistake. The person who entrusted the cork bark carrier brought a letter to you by the way, so I can't go into details. Wang Wei, a mountain man, said.