Wei Yi Qutang, standing proudly in the Witch Valley, lashed out at Xiling. Hold Kuimen locked, apes cry eagles cry; Rivers rush, tigers roar and dragons grow. Looking for a wall thousands of miles away, the cliff is steep, the valley is narrow, and it is thunderous. Especially seize the spirit, it is increasingly haunted, and the sheep and beasts stay behind!
Pinghu rose in the mountains and in the huge dam, and its magic suddenly decreased. Make Qu Wang cry, splash ink, look forward to whiteness, and bow to Guan Meng. My soul is chasing, my heart is walking, and Qi's poems are cheap cities. Everyone was intoxicated, praising today's Qin and Han Dynasties and ancient Yuan and Qing Dynasties.