Han Ding Yuntai Record

>The word says: The white water is vast, Kunyang is thundering, and purple lightning is crossing the sky. Seeing Mang's new harsh regime, the nine states are in turmoil; Chunling raises his arms and burns the rainbow with a sword. The clouds in Longyou are collected, the rain in Bashu is leveled, and the clouds are arranged in the twenty-eight nights. The mountains and rivers are in order, the star is hanging down from the Lin Pavilion, and the moon is full and the bow is carved. Looking back at the ruins of my hometown, I will always have the jade soul and ice heart accompanying me. I remember that the Yin Talisman gave me the sword, and the cold front illuminated my courage; I rode the same chariot on the Mang Mountain, and my bare hands supported the sky. Unexpectedly, the height of the platform eventually led to the achievement of great honors, which gradually made Yuan Gong trapped in Bi Tong. Thousands of years have passed, and when I ask about the weather of the Han family, it is all about grace. >The poem says: >The dragon awakens from its hibernation in the deep autumn of white water, and the sound of swords being forged is boiling in the spring tomb at night. >A map contains the sun and the moon, and the twenty-eight constellations will be bright in the east.