This place was called Lushan, and the village at the foot of the mountain became Lucun. For a long time, two poems without beginning or end have been circulated in the village:
The clouds have dispersed and the mist has dispersed into the void, and the anaconda water flows in fourteen chapters.
When the king died in front of Mount Lu, five people carried the coffin for nine days.
No one knows exactly what the poem means, but my grandfather taught me to read it as soon as I could speak, and he wrote it countless times when I was old enough to write.
Purpose: Feudal superstition is not advisable
