Yuefu Ri Chu Hang
The sunrise in the east seems to come from the ground. After a long day, I entered the sea again, and the six dragons lived in peace.
Its beginning and end are endless, and people can't get along with it for long. Grass doesn't thank the spring breeze,
Wood doesn't complain about autumn. Whoever drives the four blessings with bone spurs, everything is natural.
The wind didn't force out the heat in midsummer, and the Naxi sun seemed to have wings, hovering over the hills and refusing to set.
People are already afraid that the rivers and seas will dry up, and they will do whatever it takes.
The high Kunlun Mountain is covered with snow all the year round, and the distant Penglai Island is cool.
If you can't travel around the world with your hands, why not swim in it?