Chang Geng Sword Song

The Taibai star is dim, and the flowing clouds return to Xiu. Wen Yuliang sits alone on the top of Yunjian, with white hair hanging down his shoulders, the same color as frost and snow. There are no swords in the eyes, but thousands of swords are born; the gods have not moved, but thousands of peaks are silent. Or you may see the sea of ​​clouds suddenly parting, and a white rainbow piercing the sky. Its light is fierce and its meaning is majestic. However, if I look at it intently, I can only see a solitary shadow, which seems to be melting among the golden clouds and waves. People asked: "Where is the sword?" Heaven and earth were silent. Suddenly a wind blew up, blowing away the clouds and mist all over the mountain, and we saw thousands of cliffs and ravines, all with cut marks - deep ones like the white sky cracking the night, and light ones like drifting clouds caressing the moon. The marks may be hard or soft, vertical or horizontal, but they all belong to one thought. At this point, the body is white and the spirit is flowing clouds. Breathing becomes the sound of swords, and looking forward creates golden wind. Gold is not gold, clouds are not clouds, sword is not sword, I am not myself. I only see that in the vast world, there is a blade hanging everywhere, neither killing nor protecting, it is natural and at ease.