A beauty turns back with a smile, and even the green hills are intoxicated. The flash of blades and swords makes hearts race for her! Who is that figure in flowing white, playing a zither beneath the moon as plum blossoms swirl around him, writing the story of the Three Kingdoms with lofty ambition? Who can unite a zither's heart with a swordsman's courage, and laugh beneath the west wind as a white horse gallops by? Let the tides of fortune shift as they will, I remain carefree. Who can warm wine over green plums and discuss the heroes of the realm? Let the waves wash away the great figures of the age. Do not fret over partings and reunions: may a gentle breeze carry the moon home! Our comings and goings are all too brief.
Classic Prose
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
Regarding the word "water", for those things, first of all, you have to look pretty, then put on hairspray, part your hair in the middle, and flick your head, and you'll be so pretty!!!