The vast 500-mile Dianchi Lake rushes forward in waves. Lift the skirt, push up the headscarf, and enjoy the vastness of Dianchi Lake with joy. You see, Jinma Mountain in the east is like a galloping horse, Bijia Mountain in the west is like a phoenix flying with wings, Hongshan Mountain in the north is like a crawling snake, and Heshan Mountain in the south is like a white crane flying proudly. Ah, hermits and scholars, why don't you choose the high-rise building of this resort to enjoy it? The edge of the crab and conch-shaped island is dotted with willows swaying like a girl's hair; Clusters of water plants and rustling reeds, like colorful feathers of birds, are dotted with clouds and Xia Hong in clear water. Ah, don't live up to this beautiful scenery, surrounded by fragrant rice, sparkling waves, lotus flowers in the midsummer of June, and willows in the spring breeze of March.

The changes that have taken place over thousands of years are vivid. Raise a glass, lean on the virtual wind and lament that the heroes of the ages have quietly gone with the rolling history. Think about it, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty drilled a pool for the southwest thoroughfare to practice the water army; Emperor Tang conferred the Nanzhao iron column and carved merits; Song Taizu waved Yufu to demarcate the border and let Dali be autonomous; Yuan Shizu kayaked across the Jinsha River and occupied Yunnan. Alas, this magnificent sight exhausted the hero's efforts to move mountains. All this, like clouds in the morning, lingers outside the curtains of the colorful building. Before the bead curtain rolled up, it disappeared in the yellow rain rustling. These beautiful words and phrases about Song Ji's advantages and virtues are buried in the smoke of sunset farmers with the disappearance of those broken monuments. Alas, we are left with only the scattered bells in the temple and the lights of fishermen by the river. Two rows of autumn geese fly south to the sky, and the mountain dreams after the frost is clear.