Peaks line up like halberds, stretch to the horizon;
The sun's reflection lends the misty light to the jade-green, rainfall captures the cold color within the blue.
The song of hidden birds is nearby, the sound of springs ring clear;
The peaks rise and fall like a great dragon, surely a virtuous person in solitude resides here.
The monkey first saw this mountain from below.
He thought its lofty peaks were wonderful, the whole scene extraordinary.
Even compared to his Flower Fruit Mountain, thousands of miles away overseas, it was not the slightest bit inferior.
Just that there were fewer fruit trees.
If he were immortal, he would surely choose to live in such a grand mountain.
As expected...
He wasn't disappointed, shortly after entering the mountain, he suddenly heard a song from ahead.
The monkey, clothed in straws to hide his loins and shaded by a straw hat, carrying a black iron rod on his shoulder, bounding lively and agile along the forest path, filled with joy.
