火龙吟. 云海翻腾火龙醒，赤鳞金鬣映朝阳。足踏宣纸千行墨，墨遇龙行化彩霞。青山绿水随步起，一息长焰焚书卷。灰随风去无痕迹，唯留丹心照四方。 The sea of clouds churns and the fire dragon wakes, its red scales and golden mane catching the morning sun. Its feet tread a thousand lines of ink on the paper, and where it walks the ink turns to rainbow mist. Green hills and blue water rise with each step; one long breath of flame burns the scroll, the ash drifts off on the wind without a trace, and only a crimson heart remains to light the four directions.