The sky is dark and the black dragons are moving, and the thunder and lightning stir up male and female followers.
It brings fire to the stars and land, and the clouds rise out of the Ding Lake. I hope to meet the steps of the saint, and the court is approaching in the morning.
The great ravine is thousands of miles long, and the deep spring is nine deep. The clouds rise suddenly, and the first wave rushes back.
The brocade car goes out of the sky, and the curtain opens in the clouds. The dragon in Wei Que Far away, the red geese mourn in Xiaoguan.
The dragon walks on the crimson air, and the sky half-talks each other. Chaos doubts are first judged, and prehistoric times are beginning to be divided.