Yang Xiong's "Upper Fu Lin": "The big ones are full of vitality, and the fibers are incoherent." "Songs of the South": "The sword is about to drip and vertical and horizontal."
Laozi: "There is a real slaughter to control everything." "Five Elements": In the three years of neutralization, the sky in western Zhejiang sounded like a mill and cried. Zhao Yue: Qian's Notes on the Cave: Wan Li cries when there is no cloud or rain. Yesterday, Cang Xie wrote, it rained every day, and ghosts cried at night. This is a covert use.