Drunk and Free with Sword

I translated the poem "Xiaoyao" for you, although my sorrow is still hanging on my name. If you want to find a close friend with this song, please listen to it for me. There is no way that bad words are not enough to be polished, and there is a long road ahead. When the great road is completed, I will give you all my thanks! Xiaoyao Ci——Preface to "Zongjian Drunken Xiaoyao" Flute, bamboo flute, wine and mournful songs, Who can get along with each other? I want to ask all the vicissitudes of life, At dawn the rooster crows first. I am saddened by my husband, but I still have to go ahead. Clear your mind and seek peace of mind. I let myself hang up in sorrow, As the sun sets, I comb my hair alone.