Go up to the Poor Blue and Fall Down to the Underworld

When all the prosperity is gone, where is my home? At night, I only drink three winter wines, and the cold wind kills me! I recall the days when horses were riding freely under the white clouds, whips in hand. I wake up and I'm drunk on the An'an Bridge, life and death are like butterflies in love with flowers! "The blue sky above falls and the yellow spring falls, and neither place is visible." The stars fall, the nine heavens are turbulent, a demon song, a heroic song, the driving force behind it, the true confusion, the wind and rain, what is the meaning of life! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.