View the Green Mountains

The embers of eight hundred winters and springs have not yet become cold, and the lonely soul is still like a cast-iron garment. The Shang tripod was rekindled and the people made soil, and the Zhou embankment burst into blood and turned into a spring. How can we allow dragon veins to feed on gluttons? Dare to hold the firefly to illuminate Hanchuan! The old tripods of the new dynasty are covered with dust, and green mountains can be seen where the broken stele is broken.