Chapter 16 【Myth of Dinghu】

【Myth of Dinghu】 The rusty one is the steel ax of Grandpa Pangu The handle that cut out the Kunlun Mountains It was the black horn of the old chieftain Xuanyuan that was gnawed The one that shot through Chi You Zhuolu, Zhuolu in oracle bone inscriptions Yeti picked up on the roof of the world Peng's leftover feathers divert the Yellow River There are footprints of unicorns on the dry river bed After five hundred years, there are still five hundred? Not a single phoenix can fly in the jet cloud Dragons confirmed as cloud-seeing reptiles Cousins, it is said that we are the tribe that shoot the sun

chief with double pupils, chief with colorful eyebrows beaked chieftain, oviparous chieftain If you don't believe me, you can ask Peng Zu Peng Zu couldn't read Cangjie's manuscripts clearly Go ask Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu blinked his eyes in the Tao Te Ching Go ask Qizi, Qizi is hiding in the air-raid shelter Deny access to journalists It is long overdue to donate ancient China to the British Museum Cousins, go knock down Bu Zhou Shan Xia Sitting on a fossil and crying all night Cry the colorful stones into a colorful meteor shower And cry all night, cousins Cry Pangu's eyes like a lunar eclipse

And rest your head on the Book of Mountains and Seas And put your head in Grandma Lei's arms And the dream of Huangliang continued for five thousand years, under Sirius To dream that the ashes of heroes are rekindled underground trampled on the ranks of slaves