I walked 100 steps from the mountain to the west, and through the dense bamboo forest, I heard the sound of running water, like the tinkling sound of Yu Pei and Yuhuan colliding with each other, which was crisp and pleasing to my heart. So the bamboo was cut to clear the way, and there was a small pool below, which was particularly clear. The bottom of the pool is a whole big stone, close to the shore. He turned up above the water, uneven and varied in shape: some became small stones and islands, and some became small stones and rocks. The trees on the shore are green, and the green vines on the trees are connected, twisted and covered, uneven and fluttering with the wind.

There are about a hundred fish, big and small, in the pond. They all seem to swim in the air without water. The sun shines all the way to the bottom of the pool, and the shadow of the fish is reflected at the bottom of the stone, motionless and dull; Suddenly, he swam away again, coming and going briskly, as if joking with his friends.

Looking to the southwest of the pool, the stream bends like a big dipper and winds like a snake. The terrain on both sides of the river is like dog teeth, and there is no end of the stream at all.

It was a long time ago. Three rivers watch the tide, but there is no tide to watch. In the afternoon, someone came noisily: "The dark tide is surging this year!" It happens every year.

In August, I hoisted Zhu and Chen to Baiyang and sat at the same table with Chen and Chen. Someone on the seawall called to watch the tide. I hurried to see it, followed by Zhang Hou and Shi Pei.

Standing on the pond, the tide in the field of vision is like a white line, running from Haining to the pond. Closer, it is pale white, such as driving thousands of geese to open their teeth to drain. Getting closer and closer, foaming at the mouth, jumping up like a million snow-white lions, shielding the river from running down, like beating them with thunder, all the lions gathered together, and no one dared to fall behind and compete for the first place. If it's close, like a hurricane coming, I want to beat the coast. People who saw it backed away in horror and ran to the pond to hide. When the tide hits the pond, try your best to fight, and the waves are beating. It is several feet high and wet when it touches the ground. The tide quickly rolled to the right and was blocked by Baiyang Mountain. It growled as if it were angry. Yandang Mountain Waterfall is like shelling, and water is flying in mid-air. Dazzling, terrified. After sitting for a long time, his face calmed down.

The ancestors said: "The tide in Zhejiang started from the two hills of Xiaosheng and Zhejian. Baiyang is outside these two mountains, but the tide is bigger. Why? "

Sitting on the stone pool, surrounded by bamboo forests and green trees, there is no sound in silence, and the whole atmosphere makes people feel lonely, desolate, cold and sad. The environment is too cold and cheerless, so I can't stay long, so I wrote down the scenery and left.

Wu Wuling and his younger brother Zong Xuan went to play together, followed by two young people named Cui, one named forgive yourself and the other named Feng Yi.