Oh, how high and dangerous it is! The road to Shu is harder than ascending to the blue sky! The silkworms and fish can only wonder about the founding of the nation! For forty-eight thousand years, there has been no human smoke connecting with Qin. To the west, by Mount Taibai, there is a bird path that can traverse the peak of Mount Emei. When the earth collapses and the mountains crumble, the brave die, and then the stone ladder and plank road connect. Above are the six dragons returning to the sun, below are the whirlpools reversing in the river. The yellow crane flies cannot pass, and the monkeys long to cross but feel troubled to climb. The blue mud twists and turns, with a hundred steps and nine bends winding through the peaks. Touching the stars and counting the wells, I breathe heavily while sitting and sighing. I ask you, when will you return from your western journey? The treacherous path with steep rocks cannot be climbed. I can only see the sorrowful birds crying on ancient trees, with the males flying and the females circling among the woods. I also hear the cuckoo crying at night under the moon, lamenting the empty mountains. The road to Shu is harder than ascending to the blue sky, making people hear this and lose their rosy faces! The connected peaks reach the sky by less than a foot, with the dead pines hanging upside down against the cliff. The rushing torrents and waterfalls clash and roar, as the stones turn and thunder echoes in the thousands of valleys. Such danger exists, oh, why do you, a traveler from afar, come here? The Sword Pass looms steep and towering, a single man can guard it, but ten thousand cannot open it. What is kept may not be kin, turning into wolves and jackals. In the morning, avoid the fierce tiger, in the evening, avoid the long snake; sharpening teeth and sucking blood, killing people like hemp. Although the city of brocade is said to be joyful, it is better to return home early. The road to Shu is harder than ascending to the blue sky, I turn sideways and look to the west, sighing long!
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Oh, how high and dangerous it is! The road to Shu is harder than ascending to the blue sky! The silkworms and fish can only wonder about the founding of the nation! For forty-eight thousand years, there has been no human smoke connecting with Qin. To the west, by Mount Taibai, there is a bird path that can traverse the peak of Mount Emei. When the earth collapses and the mountains crumble, the brave die, and then the stone ladder and plank road connect. Above are the six dragons returning to the sun, below are the whirlpools reversing in the river. The yellow crane flies cannot pass, and the monkeys long to cross but feel troubled to climb. The blue mud twists and turns, with a hundred steps and nine bends winding through the peaks. Touching the stars and counting the wells, I breathe heavily while sitting and sighing. I ask you, when will you return from your western journey? The treacherous path with steep rocks cannot be climbed. I can only see the sorrowful birds crying on ancient trees, with the males flying and the females circling among the woods. I also hear the cuckoo crying at night under the moon, lamenting the empty mountains. The road to Shu is harder than ascending to the blue sky, making people hear this and lose their rosy faces! The connected peaks reach the sky by less than a foot, with the dead pines hanging upside down against the cliff. The rushing torrents and waterfalls clash and roar, as the stones turn and thunder echoes in the thousands of valleys. Such danger exists, oh, why do you, a traveler from afar, come here? The Sword Pass looms steep and towering, a single man can guard it, but ten thousand cannot open it. What is kept may not be kin, turning into wolves and jackals. In the morning, avoid the fierce tiger, in the evening, avoid the long snake; sharpening teeth and sucking blood, killing people like hemp. Although the city of brocade is said to be joyful, it is better to return home early. The road to Shu is harder than ascending to the blue sky, I turn sideways and look to the west, sighing long!