Crossing the Clouds and Sky

Drunk, I raise a lamp to admire my sword. In dreams, I return to the bugle calls echoing through the camps.

Eight hundred miles of meat are shared among the troops; fifty strings play borderland tunes. Autumn troops assemble on the battlefield.

Horses race like Lu, bows twang like thunderbolts.

I accomplish the king's great cause, winning a name for myself in life and beyond. Alas, my hair has turned white!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Do not imitate.