现在我们来到了“迎溪”，唐代诗人刘禹锡写过一首《桃源行》，里面有两句是这样写的：
桃花满溪水似镜，尘心如垢洗不去。
仙家一出寻无踪，至今流水山重重。
在这流水山重重的世外桃源里，或许，我们可以用这“仙水”洗去那“如垢尘心”。我们想象一下，在这美丽的赣江源头，春水盈盈，桃花纷飞，落入溪中，化作点点粉红，映照着水面的宁静。然而，心中的尘埃却如顽石般难以磨灭，唯有这溪水，静静流淌，诉说着岁月的无情与宽容。
《桃源行》·唐代·刘禹锡
渔舟何招招，浮在武陵水。拖纶掷饵信流去，
误入桃源行数里。清源寻尽花绵绵，踏花觅径至洞前。
洞门苍黑烟雾生，暗行数步逢虚明。俗人毛骨惊仙子，
争来致词何至此。须臾皆破冰雪颜，笑言委曲问人间。
因嗟隐身来种玉，不知人世如风烛。筵羞石髓劝客餐，
灯爇松脂留客宿。鸡声犬声遥相闻，晓色葱笼开五云。
渔人振衣起出户，满庭无路花纷纷。翻然恐失乡县处，
一息不肯桃源住。桃花满溪水似镜，尘心如垢洗不去。
仙家一出寻无踪，至今流水山重重。
Now we arrive at "Ying Creek," where the Tang Dynasty poet Liu Yuxi wrote a poem titled "Journey to Peach Blossom Spring." Two lines from it read:
Peach blossoms fill the creek, water like a mirror, yet the heart's dust cannot be washed away.
Seekers of immortality vanish without a trace, leaving behind streams and mountains layer upon layer.
In this secluded paradise of overlapping streams and mountains, perhaps we can use this "immortal water" to cleanse our hearts of their "dust-like filth." Imagine, at the beautiful source of the Gan River, in springtime when the waters are full and peach blossoms float down, turning into specks of pink that reflect on the tranquil surface of the water. However, the dust in our hearts is as hard to erase as stubborn stones; only this creek, flowing quietly, tells the tale of time's relentlessness and forgiveness.
"Journey to Peach Blossom Spring" · Tang Dynasty · Liu Yuxi
The fishing boat waves its oar, floating on the Wuling waters.
Casting nets and bait, trusting the current, they drift into the Peach Blossom Spring for miles.
Searching for clear sources among endless flowers, they tread through petals to a cave entrance.
The cave door darkens with rising smoke, and after several steps in darkness, they find light.
Mortals startled by the sight of celestial beings, they rush to ask how they came here.
In no time, their icy faces break into smiles, questioning the world with intricate words.
They lament their hidden lives cultivating jade, unaware that the human world flickers like a candle in the wind.
Stone marrow feasts invite guests to dine, while pine resin lamps keep them company through the night.
Chicken and dog sounds faintly heard, dawn breaks with verdant clouds opening up.
The fisherman shakes his clothes and steps outside, finding no path amidst a courtyard of scattered flowers.
Fearing he might lose track of his homeland, he refuses to stay even for a moment in this peach blossom paradise.
Peach blossoms fill the creek, water like a mirror, yet the heart's dust cannot be washed away.
Seekers of immortality vanish without a trace, leaving behind streams and mountains layer upon layer.