Mist drifts softly through the stone,

veiling paths no eye can keep.

A quiet stream moves through the dark,

carrying echoes from unseen peaks.

Light gathers where the silence bends,

touching moss with fleeting grace.

As if someone once passed through here—

and left the mountain dreaming of their trace.

云雾杳杳隐仙踪，

流泉潺潺映长空。

石上苔痕藏幽迹，

疑是神游嬉其中。

云雾缭绕山间，彷佛隐藏着仙人曾经踏足的痕

迹。清澈的泉水在山谷中缓缓流淌，水光映射

着无垠的天空，每一滴水都似乎回荡着天外的

回声。石头上，绿苔悄然蔓延，微微的痕迹似

乎泄露着神仙曾悄然造访，轻轻一掠，留下了

幽微的足迹，旋即消失在无声的长空中。