Chapter 24

The truth about magical reality The old city of Yecheng was the land of Wang Jiyin. Hengzhang is moist and moist, the ruins of the ancient capital. It stands against Taihang by Lingchuan River, and falls into Yunmeng by Qianjiang River. The world is dark and twilight, the plumes of lead cover the stars at the extreme end of the Han Dynasty; the Fengren Palace is bright, and the dome is hidden in the end of the Yaoguang. The maple forest is green and green, all dyed with rosy green. Xuanqi builds the road to Huarong, and he is the winner of all heroes. In the past, the wine sacrifices made by the princes were full of treasures. At this time, the ministers of Xingwei were very dignified and majestic. Orchid Pavilion repairs evil spirits, young and old gather together. Peaches and plums are blooming, and heroes gather together. The golden crown shines in the sun, and the articles of the country's scholars are covered; the splendid night is filled with the rituals and music of Mr. Bo. The silver saddle shines on the horse, and the jade flute captures everything. The scarf walks high in the sky, and the pearls fill the sea. ... A hero, a wanderer in the East China Sea, full of pride. ... In the future, if you wave your hair, the luan will fly high; today, if you spread your wings, the ink will add clouds. The flying general enjoys the title, looks at the Jinshan Mountain and sighs; now that the remaining marquis has been exhausted, why worry about making plans? How sad! The old place is worried, and it is easy to leave light and water; time is easy to pass, and the ancient hometown is subject to the wind. Standing by the window with a full heart, I am lucky to have learned about fate; leaning on the railing and looking into the distance, I wish to express my suffering to the wise people. He dares to express his feelings and speaks modest phrases; his essays and leisurely poems are all composed of nine rhymes. Please dye the clouds and rivers, and write elegantly in colorful calligraphy: The mind is clear and empty, and everything is silent and waiting to circulate. Traveling all over the mountains and seas to cut cloud satin, ink splashed with stars and dyed with clouds. After thousands of years of dreaming, I was shocked by the seal, and a piece of residence proved my long-cherished letter. The years pass like a shuttle passing through golden threads, and the floating life is like dew avoiding a wasted journey. Hidden mirrors reflect the sky, watching the mountains and deep pools stop the floods. The flowers bloomed, the heaven and earth were startled by the roar of dragons, and the soul returned to Jiuyuan Town Fengzhao. The cause and effect cycle returns to the Big Dipper, and Taoism returns to the Yuan Dynasty and transforms into the Southern Universe. Ghosts and gods gather together and knock on the gate of heaven, and the virtual and the real overlap to create human relations. Qianqiu returned to the ruins in an instant, and the river moon silently illuminated the garrison.