2. The fog in Yungu and Menggu enveloped Yueyang City. Meng Haoran, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a letter from Dongting Lake to Prime Minister Zhang.

3. Original: The lake here in August, and heaven are an air. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang. I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.

In August, Dongting Lake rose almost as high as the shore, and the water and sky were the same. Yunmeng Ozawa's steam transpiration is in vain, and the stormy waves seem to shake Yueyang City. I want to cross the lake, but I can't find the boat. I'm ashamed of the wise king in Ming Sheng's time. Sitting and watching how carefree the fishermen are, it's a pity that they can only have empty thoughts.