New people, new works, write an old Jianghu story, or imitate Dongfang's style, or paint tigers and cats, but the feelings in my heart are just like what the poem says.
The young man wanders into the world in a handsome way, and stays with him when his love is strong.
He has a chivalrous mind for world affairs and kills traitors and traitors with his sword.
When the storm rises, we show off our heroes, and when the tide falls, we play the flute under the moon.
There are no regrets when the horse rides in China, but there is no loneliness in my heart.
