Carp yue longmen ancient prose describes the grand occasion of visiting.

When I heard the deafening sound of water, I saw the Yellow River roaring. From a distance, the yellow water in Montenegro is a good splash-ink Chinese painting! The mountain is like a throat-locked Huanglong, the water is like a runaway wild horse, and the potential is fierce. Its voice is louder than Wan Li's thunder. To the south of Longmen, the mountains are wide and the waters are open, and the rivers are slow. Near the bridge, the turbid waves roll, the vortex changes, the waves splash pearl green, and the sky turns to the stars. Like a dragon leaping like a tiger, like a mandrill attacking, there is a carp yue longmen, but who sees Jackie Chan? I don't doubt that Yulong has changed. I just sigh, wait for me. At that time, the wind was cold, sand and stones were flying, the chill was pressing, the sound was broken, and it was magnificent and indescribable; The shock of the heart is beyond words. Panicked, at a loss. On March 3rd every year, the river rises. Where the turbid waves are hollowed out, carp swim in groups, and those who leap over the Longmen turn dragons into flying dragons, but they are still accompanied by all the fishermen.

When I first boarded the Longmen, clouds and rain followed, and skyfire burned its tail from behind and turned it into a dragon.