Hidden Feng Recalls the Snow Record

The cold abyss lock blade is still shining, the red flame melts gold and quenches the sky. The traces of cranes are hidden in the green mountains, and the stars are floating on the sea of ​​ink. The solitary smoke in the western desert casts iron bones, and the east fence talks to fishermen and woodcutter over wine. The frost blade is still buried in the name, and the breeze and the bright moon are lonely together. The remaining half of the chess game is waiting for the opponent, and the old score and the new sound enter the flute and flute. Gold and stone are open to discernment, and grass and trees are both soldiers and heroes. The stars in the five directions scatter the dragon energy, and a thread of fate leads to the Big Dipper. When the mountains and rivers clear up, the dragon in the box will roar and the sky will soar.