Original text: From the west of the mountain, 120 steps, cross the bamboo (huáng), smell the sound of water, like a ringing ring, and feel happy. Cut down the bamboo and walk along the road, and you will see a small pool and water in the quiet. The whole rock is the bottom, near the shore, and the bottom of the rolling stone is exposed. It is the rock of chí, yǔ and Kā n. The trees are lush (màn), covered with winding, and the reference object (cēn) is poor (cē n).

There are hundreds of fish in the pond. They are all swimming in the air. When the sun is shining, the shadow is on the stone, but it does not move; You (chù) passed away, and all of a sudden, you seem to have a good time with the tourists.

Looking from the southwest of the pool, you can see that it is zigzag. Their shore potentials are different from each other and their sources are unknown.

Sitting by the pool, surrounded by bamboo forests, lonely (liáo) no one, sad cold, sad (qi m: o) (Chu dang) quiet (Su). It is too clear to live for a long time, but remember.

Fellow travelers, Wu Wuling, Gūng(Gōng) Gu, Yu Dizong Xuan. Li (Li ornaments) and believer Cui Shi, two young students: forgive yourself and serve one.

Walking west from the mountain 120 steps, through the bamboo forest, I can hear the sound of running water, just like the sound of people's rings colliding with each other, and I feel happy. Cut down the bamboo, open a road (walk over), 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. It has become various shapes, such as laurel, jade, Kan and Yan. Green trees, ivy, covered with twisted, swaying drooping, uneven, fluttering in the wind.

There are about a hundred fish in the pond. They all seem to 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 Xiaoshitang, I saw the stream winding like the Big Dipper and the water winding like a snake. The terrain on both sides of the river is staggered like a dog's tooth, and the source of the stream is unknown.

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.