Qingqi

There is a story about immortals that has been passed down through the ages, and a song goes through thousands of withered bones by the river; evil spirits come to support the immortals, and gods and men should protect the eternal tombs; five green leaves are far away, and five light cavalry are rustling. In the clear autumn and late spring, there is a lot of joy in Zhixiang. In the scorching heat and winter, there are no traces of people in Pingzhen. There are five gavel trees and a pot of sighs.