Full-text Translation of Making Travel Notes of Xishan Night

I have been living in Yongzhou since I became a disgraced person, and I am often worried. After work, I walk slowly, travel aimlessly, climb mountains and drill deep into the forest with my entourage every day, and walk to the winding mountain stream. As long as there are beautiful springs and grotesque stones, nothing is far away. When you get there, pull up the weeds, sit down and pour the wine out of the pot. Drunk to death. When they are drunk, they will further sleep on the ground and lie down and dream. Where you think, your dream is there. Go home after waking up. I thought I had visited all the slightly strange places in Yongzhou landscape, but I didn't know the strangeness and strangeness of Xishan.

On September 28th this year, I was sitting in the West Pavilion of Hockey, overlooking the Western Hills, before pointing out the Western Hills and feeling its strangeness. So I ordered my servants to cross the Xiangjiang River, walk along the dyed river, cut down the messy vegetation, burn the lush thatch, and never stop until they reach the top of the Western Hills. Climb to the top of the mountain, sit and watch the scenery like a dustpan, and the land in several surrounding States is gathered under my mat. The terrain below its height is as deep as a mountain (high) and as low as a deep pool (low). Some are like small mounds rising outside the ant nest, and some are like ant holes. Thousands of miles away, such as between the size, gathering and gathering, layer upon layer, no scene can escape (my eyes) and hide. Castle peak and white water are intertwined and meet the horizon in the distance. From all angles, they are one. Only in this way can I know that this mountain is really unique and very different from ordinary small mounds. High, like the vast atmosphere between heaven and earth, never marginal; The western hills are vast and endless, so we can be friends with nature. So I picked up the hip flask, filled the glass, drank it to my heart's content, and fell to the ground drunk. Before I knew it, it was sunset. Twilight, from far to near, gradually became dark. I couldn't see anything, but I lost my mind. Spiritual cohesion and stability, physical liberation, coincides with the change of everything. I realized that the past was equal to no sightseeing, and the real sightseeing began now. So I wrote it down on purpose. This year is Yuanhe four years (809).