High are the mountains, steep are the ridges; precipitous are the cliffs, deep are the ravines; echoing are the springs, fresh are the flowers.
Is that mountain tall? Its summit reaches the azure sky; is that gorge deep? In its depths, one glimpses the underworld.
Before the mountain, there are bones-white clouds and rugged, peculiar rocks.
Indescribable, the cliffs carry souls for thousands of feet.
Behind the cliffs, there's a winding dragon-hidden cave, where water drips melodiously from the rocks.