Looking north to the sky, huge waves lift the sky and collapse the clouds. The eternal vastness is gone to the east. The stars hang down the barren base, and the wind and thunder shake the cold sky.
Who remembers that the beacon smoke burns the blue blood, but the mountains and rivers are still majestic. The rise and fall of the world have been corrected several times. Changge swung his sword to cut, and the spring of the river surged.
