Holding your head high and your palm high, holding up the faint morning light
Then, open the windows of the Jade Emperor Temple one by one
with eager eyes, and the first ray of light
stands on Mount Tai
knowing that it is difficult and bumpy, 18 times outside the Tianmen Gate, The wind blows over
the white lotus clouds. Now
step by step
step by step on the steepest stone in the world, and worship
how many poets who are confined to the wild
pen and ink
describe
the rough and dangerous Mount Tai, and the pen tip is on the surging sea of clouds
the music of Yunting. The man who climbed to the top
is as young as Mount Tai
is full of flowers and rains
and the heart is surging, and the brook and cliff are gurgling-picking from the poet's feelings, the bamboo is lush, the turquoise is the bone, and the wonderful scenery is in Lingtan-leisurely
looking up, looking up-who is inlaid with layers of golden halo beside the clouds?