Slogan of ancient poetry contest

The slogan of "Ancient Poetry Competition" is that a sailing tourist will talk about Japan and what water and fog are hidden in inaccessible places. But when the Vietnamese talk about Tianmu Mountain, they can still see it through clouds of different depths. On the straight line to heaven, its peak enters heaven, located at the top of the five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow on China. The terrace of Paradise stretches for 100 mile, and starts to extend to the southeast here. My heart and my dream are on Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu and Mingyue overnight. Xie Caotang is still there, and the monkeys sound green. Sunny ocean, sacred space cock. Thousands of turns, flowers seduce me, stones comfort me. The day suddenly ended. Bears and dragons raged on mountains and rivers, disturbing forests and making mountains tremble. Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog. God of thunder and lightning, the hills are crumbling. An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon light up the gold and silver terrace. The tiger is their pipa player, and the phoenix is a dancer. Like Ma Tian, there are rows of fairy figures. I move, my soul flies, and I wake up with a long sigh. My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived. This is the consistent way of human happiness. Everything always flows to the east like water. Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and high office? They never want people to see a sincere face!