He stopped, calmed himself, took a closer look, and saw that the bridge was made of iron. The water that rushed under it poured out through a fissure in the rocks, screening the gateway to the bridge. He started walking towards the bridge, and as he looked he made out what seemed to be a house. It was a really good place. He saw:Emerald moss piled up in heaps of blue,White clouds like drifting jade,While the light flickered among wisps of coloured mist.A quiet house with peaceful windows,Flowers growing on the smooth bench;Dragon pearls hanging in niches,Exotic blooms all around.Traces of fire beside the stove,Scraps of food in the vessels by the table.Adorable stone chairs and beds,Even better stone plates and bowls.One or two tall bamboos,Three or four sprigs of plum blossom,A few pines that always attract rain,All just like a real home.He took a good, long look and then scampered to the middle of the bridge, from where he noticed a stone tablet. On the tablet had been carved in big square letters: HAPPY LAND OF THE MOUNTAIN OF FLOWERS AND FRUIT, CAVE HEAVEN OF THE WATER CURTAIN. The stone monkey was beside himself with glee. He rushed away, shut his eyes, crouched, and leapt back through the waterfall.“We're in luck, we're in luck,” he said with a chuckle. All the other monkeys crowded round him asking, “What's it like in there? How deep is the water?”“There's no water, none at all,” replied the stone monkey. “There's an iron bridge, and on the other side of the bridge there's a house that must have been made by Heaven and Earth.”“How ever could you see a house there?” the other monkeys asked. The stone monkey chuckled again.“The water here comes under the bridge and through the rocks, and it hides the gateway to the
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