Ninety Thousand Miles Wind Peng is doing his best.
The roc rises with the wind in one day and soars up to ninety thousand miles.
I want to ride on the wind, but then I turn back. Why ride on the wings of a roc?
Peng Beihai, Feng Chaoyang.
The great Peng flies to vibrate the eight descendants, but in the middle of the sky it is unable to destroy it.
One blow for you, and it will reach the sky.
In the west wind at night, the osprey flies in the sky.
When you travel, don’t envy the Peng of Tianchi; when you return, don’t envy the cranes of Liaodong.
The wings hang down in the sky, laughing at the world, which is nothing.
Steadyly ride on the eight poles of the roc, pick up the five immortal sheep stones, and fly over the Danqiu.
There are cliffs standing alone, and the sea is bathing in the sea.
The clouds are hanging down like a giant peng, and the fluctuations are like a giant turtle disappearing.
Su Yunpeng falls at the edge of the sky, and the waning moon blooms in the clam.
The sun is approaching with the sound of luan, and the sky is like clouds.