"The stars are pale and the clouds are scattered, and the jade tower is cold. The autumn wind sings the fallen leaves, and the moon dances across the sky with frost. The lonely jade shatters the sky, waving my sleeves to say goodbye to the clear stream. I don't pay attention when I go back. Who can pity the silence." Jade Heng is a blade, piercing the night The black lacquer is as colorful as ink; it illuminates the guard's heart, pondering the pathos corresponding to good and evil; it is the turmoil of wandering in the wind and rain; it is the deceitful way of internal and external attacks; it is the close guard of the Spring and Autumn Dynasties; it is the sincere watch. Every star has left its mark in the sky. We hold the rectangular ruler with our fingers and the compass and circle in our hands, and incorporate the sun, moon, and stars into the rules and regulations.
Intention: right and wrong, good and evil, intrigues and intrigues. Turning away from the abyss, toward the light.
