Xuanqiong flat cover, all kinds of dry kunhui.
The stems of the duckweed come and go, and the birds die.
The sun, the moon, and the Millennium return, and you are rewarded.
Focus on Gankun, deep in Sang Ma.
It's me who broke the Gankun canal. Cover me.
Three words together:
There are thousands of things with more capital, covering Gankun.
Zaigan Kun often meets, pushing the sun and the moon to shine forever.
There are frequent feuds in the south of the Yangtze River, and it takes ten years for Gan Kun to get tired.
(Just a few words together. If not, then this poem was not written by the ancients! )