Reading and Drinking, Making Swords in the World

In the Imperial City of Jiuyu in the Central Plains, there was a man standing alone at the city gate with a sword. He was rained on for nine days, which could not wipe out the human frustration. In the snowy mountains of Buddhism in the northwest, there was an old monk sweeping leaves in the monastery, and the Buddhist sutras he recited spread throughout Wanliguan Mountain. Directly to the east, where the sea and the sky meet, there is a fish that is thousands of miles away. It turns over the water and enters the sea, never to be seen again. That day, The poor scholar smelling of alcohol realizes the absurdity of the world, Suddenly I felt that the wine in my hand was not to my liking. The world cannot be saved by shouting, but it can be saved by teaching. If Confucianism and Taoism cannot save the world, it can be chopped into pieces with one sword! The view of the great tide in the East China Sea and the golden snow scenery of the Western Mountains. No matter this beautiful mountains and rivers, or this absurd world. I, Dong Yin, Dong Qianzhi, I want to take it all in my belly, turn it into seven percent of the alcohol, and ask the immortals in the sky if they can recognize it?