Royal Yao Qin, Royal Yao Qin, Qingluan soars and sings in the high clouds. Looking far away, I can see the mountains in the far distance, and the Qifeng is billowing up to the top of the sky.
Jinse strings, Jinse strings, fire phoenix bathing in cold colored feathers. The perch is rotten, the scales are bearing fruit, and the blue vines are spreading with thousands of stems.
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