There is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty. Its name is Kun. It is so big that it is unknown how many thousands of miles it is. It turns into a bird, and its name is Peng. Its back is unknown for how many thousands of miles it is; when it flies in anger, its wings are like clouds hanging down from the sky. It is a bird, and the sea transport will migrate to Nanming; the one in Nanming is Tianchi. Those who are harmonious are also those who are eccentric. Xie Zhiyan said: "The Peng migrates to Nanming. The water hits it for three thousand miles, and it surges upward for ninety thousand miles. It goes to rest in six months." ' Wild horses are like dust, and living things blow them with their breath. The sky is blue, is it righteous or evil? Is it so far away that it is extremely evil? It looks down upon it, and if so, that's it.
Tang Zhi asked about the thorns. "To the north of Qiongfa, there is the Minghai, Tianchi." There is Yuyan, which is thousands of miles across, but no one knows how to cultivate it. His name is Kun. There is a bird, its name is Peng, its back is like Mount Tai, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky, it flies up ninety thousand miles on its horns, cuts off the clouds, carries the blue sky, and then turns to the south, and it is suitable for Nanming.
Just a gust of wind
elusive, impossible to guess
just like her heart
Obviously put it in the palm of your hand
But it's like quicksand, I can't hold it no matter what
He is so excellent
He is a humble gentleman who has come all the way from ancient times.
White clothes beat the snow
Mild and deserted
smile lightly
At the beginning of meeting
Let her fall in love