手握着铁钳,钳夹着坩埚。铜在沸腾;在喷金;在等待,一千年,两千年,五千年的等待。忽而,人动了、手动了、埚动了、铜动了。立定,太极推手;转身,霓裳羽衣。一阵金光,倾洒而下,泼墨飞溅,银河直泻。百态千姿,万壑千峰,奔腾呼啸,顿失滔滔。惊天地,泣鬼神。一汪金水,终成图画。青铜时代,铁魄铜魂。在正宗正经的不容置疑的规矩中, Hand holding a wrench, clamp the crucible. Copper is boiling; the gushing gold; waiting, one thousand, two thousand, five thousand years of waiting. Suddenly, people moved, manual, crucible moved, the copper moved. Li Ding, Tai Chi push hands; turn, colorful clothes. A burst of gold, pouring down, splashing ink, Galaxy straight diarrhea. Hundreds and thousands of thousands of thousands of peaks, Pentium roar, the loss of surging. Earthshaking, weeping ghosts and gods. A Wang Jin Shui, eventually became a picture. Bronze Age, iron soul copper soul. In the authenticity of the unquestioned rules,