The Sword Is Broken in the Flowing Light

Give to God One dream is clear water, another dream is faded, locust trees are chirping, cicadas are chirping, and the wind is soothing the dream, making it difficult to sleep. One sword reaches the end of the world, one sword is shattered, the red bean is worn everywhere, the flowing light floats in the clouds and the wind blows south. Looking at the mountains and rivers, spring will not return. The old year is old, and the geese are flying north, and the passing years are rushing. Half of my body is buried in the yellow mud. I remember the broken golden light on the street, the pavilion stepping on the peach waves, the blue brocade clothes blowing in the wind, and one dream of mountains and rivers and one dream of drunkenness. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.