廬山記 4.35

4.35

At the Two Bridges, the torrent was originally cut off; / Along paths of a thousand fathoms, passage was hard to win. / Right here among the spiritual immortals, / Eye-catching plaques mirror the immortal palaces. / The mirror is like the moon shining on the peak; / The stream is like a rainbow drinking from the ravine. / Secluded cassia trees cast no slanted shadow; / Deep pines harbor a vigorous breeze. / One must only gaze from afar / To know it lies within the white clouds.