Jian Ting Xue Han

The hall was filled with flowers and three thousand guests were drunk, and fourteen states were frosty with one sword. It snows in Saibei in February, but there are no flowers but cold... Listen to the snow, don't listen to the blood, the artist is mentioned in the list of heroes: The shadows of pines, waves and cranes play with the green clogs, and the light from the vast sea tower plays the jade flute. Black and white control the universe, and the universe of meson accepts Sumeru. Swing your sword to break through the clouds to welcome the dancing dragon, raise your sleeves to send off the clouds and attract the phoenix to perch. Drunk on the pillow in Qionglou, laughing at the wind and moon, no one can lean on the lonely clouds.