Qingcheng Mountain

Heye

Think of flying,

Let a bronze roar,

Standing on the top of Qingcheng.

The hazy footsteps of the Minjiang River,

Recite the feelings of Qingcheng.

The ancestor palace, Shangqing Palace, Chaoyang Cave,

The solemn gate, there is only one face,

Don't light up the surname of the comer.

From ancient times to the present, I don't know how many passengers,

Thousands of understanding,

How many more, I have abandoned it,

Become the conscience of Qingcheng?

Dangerous danger,

No show,

Boyoru,

Fang Xianqing's true character.

Even if you close your eyes,

Every breath can recognize your heartbeat,

The curved path is quiet.

Xihui is generous,

Get a piece of Chibi,

Such as a song.

Qingcheng opens wings,

All disturbances in the world,

Putting on a quiet dusk.

Night, close the sky,

The stars are shining.

Perhaps, the old Junge is over,

That brilliant scratch,

Make the hustle and bustle extremely.

Perhaps, the depths of Tian Shidong,

In the ultra -superior tranquility,

There is a crack,

There is a gorgeous sound hidden.

Farewell to Qingcheng,

A true meaning embeds the back:

Footprints are the most reliable.

August 12, 2022

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