Wen Wangjunchuan

The Wangchuan River pretends to have three paths, and there is one who crosses it, named Wenjun. Tens of thousands of souls have crossed over to the other shore, singing long and graceful songs. With a boat, a pole, and a bamboo flute, I can cross the Buddha Amitayus and listen to the boundless sea of ​​suffering. The blood-yellow river bank and Po Meng lamented the eternal sorrow of the unjust ghost...