Jianmen Pass.

Oh, how perilous and high! The road to Shu is harder than climbing to the sky! The founding of the kingdom by Can Cong and Yu Fu is lost in the mists of time. For 48,000 years, the Qin border has been cut off from the world. To the west, there is a bird path on Mount Taibai, which leads to the top of Mount Emei. The earth crumbles, the mountains collapse, and the brave men die, leaving only the stone ladders and plank roads. Above, the six dragons turn the sun; below, the river flows in reverse. Even the yellow crane cannot fly over, and the monkeys and apes are afraid to climb. The winding road of Qingshi is full of twists and turns. I look up at the stars and sigh. When will you return from your journey to the west? The steep cliffs are impassable. I hear the cries of birds in the ancient trees, and the male and female birds fly around the forest. I hear the cuckoo crying in the moonlit night, and the empty mountains are filled with sorrow. The road to Shu is harder than climbing to the sky, and it makes me feel old! The peaks are so high that they almost touch the sky, and the dead pines hang from the cliffs. The torrents and waterfalls roar, and the rocks crash like thunder. The danger is so great, why do you come from afar?