Layers of sharp towering mountain peaks of Yongjin Mountain.

Standing high on the northwestern slope of Yongjin Mountain, the stone layers on top of the peaks pierce the sky.

Before, it used to be the land of the temple; now it is a summerhouse for reading. How many heroes have stayed and rested there since ancient times?

The setting sun behind Eodeung Mountain.

This view of Eodeung Mountain is best as red sunset shines on the top of the mountain and the sun slowly sets.

On the faint footpath covered with the smoke from kitchens where dinner is being prepared, the sound of children's flutes is even clearer.

The light from a fishing boat on the Hwangryong River.

Lamp light is reflected in the night sky. It must be the light from a fishing boat.

With clear river water and bright moonlight, loud bobcats and seagulls awake; it is not easy to go to sleep.

A paradise-like riverside spans wide and the green fields are beautiful.

The upper and lower sides of the paradise-like riverside are fields, and a bridge has been laid to connect a large hill with two cities.

Eternal life in paradise must be reached through mysterious enlightenment, and the wide and even fields and innocent folks feel more and more friendly.

A seven-color rainbow between the rocks of Seokmun Mountain.

Two peaks face each other west and east, and two rocks are doors between that lay a pathway.

The morning rain has stopped and the sky looks far away while the seven-color rainbow hangs in the air.

A white cloud covering the mountainside of Bongnyong Mountain

Why would a drifting cloud only be high in the mountain? It wanders between rocks here and there.

What is the point of seeking power and wealth, honor and fame? I would live freely with you, in the deep valley exuding the fragrance of orchids.

Sitting in Pungyeong-jeong to compose a poem and return home late at night

In the late spring, I promise to play with a child wearing a coat, get some fresh air, take a bath, and climb bed.

Of those who come here, whose leisurely mind may sing fully? Though one tries to look around until late, it is hard to see everything.

Sitting in Hoga-jeong on the hill, I lean on the stone pillow on the windy rail.

The pine tree shade feels cool as it hides daily life, and strolling visitors enjoying the coolness, forgetting to return.