Translation:

It was late spring in Gui of that year. I was traveling in eastern Yongong. I heard that Xuedou has the most beautiful mountains, so I went to visit it.

On the 24th, we boarded the boat from Shihu and sailed 25 miles down the Beila Bada River. The river travels 90% and reaches the mouth of the river. Turning to the west, the bridge spans the river and is covered with houses. Enter the stream from under the bridge and reach the mouth of the spring at a 90% discount. All the boats were coming and going, looking up and down the lake for dozens of miles at a time. It was not the right time to pull it by manpower, so tired and relaxed.

In the beginning, the stream was thin and surrounded by mountains, and the rocks were deep and secluded. There was a saying called "Immortal Cave", where huge stones were in the water, and if you sat with your feet hanging down, there was a "Golden Rooster Cave", where it is said that rocks were cut to split the mountain. , there is a golden rooster flying away, I don’t know what year it is.

The water became more astringent and the boat could not move forward. After walking six or seven miles, we stopped at Yakushi Temple. The temple is backed by Zizhi Mountain, where many monks study, unlike a city. After a night, we followed the creek and increased from the left side of the mountain. Wading through the stream, surrounded by mountains, you can see the white snake winding down to the sea. This stream is yours. The mulberry fields and wheat fields are connected up and down, the farmers are hiding under the bamboo trees, the woodcutter boys and the shepherd boys are chasing each other, it is in the true picture! I wanted to ask about the names of places. Pu Ye, the bearer of the sedan chair, did not have a deep understanding of Wu's conversation. There were some strong promises and perhaps inappropriate questions. He led the ten rooms and only got two or three.

The second time we crossed the Daxi River, we used the wood as beams, which were meshed from end to end. They were more than three feet wide, and there was only one step to trim the edges. The savages could go back and forth very quickly. Secondly, in Xikou City, there are many abandoned mansions. Occasionally, there is the sound of reading from the corridor. I can’t tell what book I listened to for a long time. Is it probably "Rabbit Garden Book"? Gradually, the road goes higher and higher through the mountains and forests, and you can see the pine forest at your feet. The pollen turns into yellow dust against the wind, and the clothes are not removed, and the rest does not have this fresh fragrance.

Crossing Erling, there is a pavilion blocking the road first, with the words "Xue Dou Mountain" written on it. In the deep mountains, looking up at the sky, it's like being trapped in a well; suddenly from the forest, it suddenly becomes clear, hundreds of miles away in the blink of an eye. Secondly, the pavilion is hidden and beautiful, sheltered among thousands of fir trees, and the stream flows around the pavilion site and out of the mountain. The second is Hanhua Pavilion, which has many questions and no time to read; a few steps away is Shuyu Pavilion, which is a review. Although it is a small sinus, it can be drunk and the drink is sweet.

The second largest pavilion is at the end of the road, and the road is divided into two. The emperor of the previous dynasty wrote "Ying Meng Famous Mountain" on the mountain. Under the carved stone, this is to reveal the highest state of sleepwalking. He issued an imperial edict to visit famous mountains in the world. This mountain is the best. Fold the Song Sutra to the left, and the diameter reaches the Xuedou; turn from the right, and pass the bridge in the middle to become a pavilion. It is said to be a brocade mirror. Below the pavilion is a round pool, which passes me ten feet away and is surrounded by a begonia ring. It takes time to fill the shadow with water, and the brilliant brocade is doubtful. ?, hence the name.

The Duting branch also reaches the temple and wraps around the road. The main monk, Shao Ye, had a poetic voice and a cup of beans to express his condolences to the guests, saying they were old friends in Qiantang. They asked me to stay overnight. I thought it would rain the next day, so I didn't stay.

Going up to Qianzhang Rock from the right side of the temple, the waterfall comes out of Jinjing Mirror and falls into the pool under the cliff. It is difficult to estimate. At the end of the forest cliff, I stretched my hand under the tree to look, my head was dizzy and my heartbeat was beating. When he was practicing hard, he hit a rock and sprayed it like snow, so he went to the Flying Snow Pavilion. In the rest pavilion, I felt drunk at that time, talking about abstruse debates, kissing my throat and wanting to kiss her. I feel so melancholy because I miss my lifelong friend.

In front of the temple, there are rice fields spread out and surrounded by forests, which are just like the plain land. The village on the opposite side appeared, hundreds of feet away. Looking up, I saw the peaks of the mountain, which is also called this high.

This is a wonderful platform, beside the dangerous chimney rock, overlooking the foot of the mountain, surrounded by people, and there is no way to come. Looking at the mountains, sometimes there are clamps or blue; heavy ones, people wearing hats, people jumping like dragons, people sitting like beasts, the coverage is different. If the distant Qinglan floats up, if the light keeps overflowing between your brows, it may not be interesting, but it is naturally moving. Whenever I climb up, I will see flowers in victory. Local people say that there are also Xiao Xuedou, Banxi Temple and Siming Cave. My interest was gone and I had no time to board it.

Original text:

It was late spring in Suigui, and I was traveling to the east of Yongdong. I heard that Xuedou had visited the most beautiful mountains, so I went to see it.

On the twenty-fourth day, we boarded the boat from Shihu Lake and traveled 25 miles to the north to reach the river by dragging the weir. The river travels nine times and reaches the mouth of the river. Turning to the west, the bridge spans the river and is covered with buildings. Enter the stream from under the bridge and reach the mouth of the spring at a 90-fold turn. Every time a boat goes back and forth, it can look up and down the lake for dozens of miles in an instant. If it is not the right time, it will be laborious and slow if it is pulled by human power.

In the early days, the big stream turned thin and turned into mountains, and the rocks were deep and graceful. Some were called "immortal caves", where huge boulders faced the water, and one could sit on one's heels; some were called "golden chicken caves". According to legend, rocks were cut through the mountains, and some were called "Golden Chicken Cave". The golden rooster flies away, I don’t know what year it is.

The water has become astringent, and the boat cannot enter. The road goes six or seven miles and stops at the Medicine Master Temple. The temple overlooks Zizhi Mountain, and many monks study there, unlike a city. After crossing Xinsu, we met a small stream and came out of the mountain to the left. Wading in the stream, surrounded by mountains, you can see the white snake winding down to the large ravine and covering the stream. There are mulberry fields and wheat fields, high and low are connected, the fields are hidden under the bamboo trees, the woodcutter, the boy and the herdsman are chasing each other, it is in Zhenxing's picture! If you want to ask about the historical name of the place, your husband is simple and does not understand the Wu language deeply, or he will insist on it. Or if you don't answer the questions, you will only get two or three out of ten questions.

The next time I crossed Daxi, I built beams of wood, which were meshed from end to end. They were more than three feet wide, and they were repaired with two hundred beams. It was very easy for the wild people to go back and forth. In Xikou City, where there are many abandoned houses, there are occasional chants coming out of the corridors. After listening for a long time, I don’t know what the book is. It is probably the so-called "Rabbit Garden Book"? As you go up, at the foot of the forest, the road becomes steeper, and you can see the pine forest at your feet. . The pollen rises up against the wind and turns into yellow dust, which remains on the skirts of clothes. Its fragrance is not pure.

Going over the second ridge, there is a pavilion at the beginning of the road, with the words "Xue Dou Mountain" painted on it. From the remote part of the mountain, you can look up at the sky, which is as narrow as a trap; when you suddenly emerge from the forest, it will suddenly open up and you will be hundreds of miles away in an instant.

The second pavilion is called Yinxiu, among thousands of fir trees, and the sound of the stream flows around the pavilion site and out of the mountain. The second pavilion is called Hanhua, which contains many inscriptions and is too busy to read. A few steps away is the Shuyu Pavilion, which has a complex spring. Although the sinus is small, it can be sipped and the drink is sweet.

The second pavilion is entered by a road, and the roads are divided into two. The imperial inscription "Ying Meng Famous Mountain" was written on top of it, and the stone was carved on it below, covering the Zhaoling Mausoleum. The imperial edict was to draw the world's famous mountains to advance, and this is the mountain. Turn the pine path to the left and reach the Snow Dou; turn from the right, and the middle path is a pavilion because of the bridge, which is called Jinjing. Under the pavilion is a round pool with a diameter of more than ten feet, surrounded by begonias. Hujin, hence the name.

The branch path of Duting also reaches the temple and winds in a winding way. The main monk, Shao Ye, had a poetic voice, served guests with cups of beans, and talked about old times in Qiantang. It stops for the rest of the night; it rains for the rest of the night, but it doesn't stay.

Climb the Qianzhang Rock to the right after leaving the temple. The waterfall comes out of the Jinjing and falls into the pool under the cliff. It is so deep that it is immeasurable. At the end of the forest cliff, I held my hand to help the tree and looked down, feeling dizzy and palpitating. At the beginning of the practice, if you touch the cliff stone, it will spray as thin as snow flying down, so it is called the Flying Snow Pavilion. Sitting on the pavilion, I felt drunk all the time, talking about abstruse debates, touching my throat and kissing him, and I was about to kiss him, but I had no feet to touch the clouds. I sat there and thought about my life-long friends, feeling sad for a long time.

The rice fields in front of the temple spread out, surrounded by mountains and forests, just like the plain land. However, when I looked out to the side, I saw the village below, hundreds of feet away; when I looked up, I saw the peaks of the mountain, which Gao Fu called again.

Cimiao high platform, on the edge of dangerous rock formations, overlooking the surrounding mountains, with no way to see where they came from. Looking around the mountains, some are cyanotic or pale; Meng's, Wei Bian's, dragons leaping, beasts squatting, and they are in a state of collapse. In the distance, clear mist floats up, and if the virgin light overflows the eyebrows, it may not be intentional, but it is naturally moving; if you climb the mausoleum, you will be able to see the flowers.

The natives say that there are also Xiao Xuedou, Banxi Temple and Siming Cave. All my spare time is gone, and I have no time to climb up the mountain.

Extended information:

Deng Mu of the Yuan Dynasty wrote "Xue Dou Travels", which can be called a famous travelogue in ancient my country. By the Tang and Song dynasties, the tradition had reached the state of "double gathering of things and myself". The author of this article integrates his sad feelings into the scenery, which is natural and friendly, and makes people understand.

Xuedou Mountain, also known as Xuedou Mountain, is located 60 miles west of Fenghua County, Zhejiang Province today, with an altitude of 800 meters. It is a branch of Siming Mountain. A temple was built here in the Tang Dynasty. It was originally one of the ten temples of Zen Buddhism in my country. Although it is abandoned now, it still has many scenic spots. Xuedou Mountain has been as beautiful as Siming since ancient times and is known as "the first mountain in Siming".

Deng Mu (1246-1306), a thinker in the Yuan Dynasty. His courtesy name was Muxin, a native of Qiantang (now Hangzhou, Zhejiang). When he was more than ten years old, he read "Zhuang" and "Lie", understood grammar, and wrote many imitations of ancient works.