Jinchen gives birth to jade threads, and the painted shadows and pictures are pure.
There are hundreds of feet of lonely hanging trees, green bamboos and green clouds.
In the court, with their horses on their backs, Jin Qian's army was overtaken by the sun.
The sword shines brightly, the blood shines brightly, and the dark clouds look light on each other.
Confucianism robes ascend to the heavenly palace, literary stars hang from the waist.
It is difficult to draw a bow and let the stars fall, but the immortals are still in the world.