Yi Wei zi Zhu Jian

Taixu immortal

Lakes and mountains reflect ancient pottery, and green bamboo slips recall crape myrtle.

The starlight is full of moss, and the dream shadow is blue in the depths of colorful clouds.

Smoke waves curl up and clouds fly, and swift flies between clouds and water.

The grass is clear under the oil-paper umbrella, and the candle shadows are bright.

Wu Peng fishing and fire dream of a spring river, with fingertips dancing lightly for thousands of years.