By night, as we stroll along a mountain path by Wanta Creek, the moon-light slips through the gaps in the pine needles to stalk among the trees, reminding us of the Tang-dynasty painter-poet Wang Wei's lines, "The bright moon slants between the pines / A clear brook babbles o'er the stones."
夜晚，漫步萬大溪畔，「明月松間照，清泉石上流」，疏落的松針中，有月光徘徊。