How about when the general returns when my hair reaches my waist?
A gentleman in this body has a carefree mind, but how could he expect that the mountains and rivers are swaying.
The light of day suddenly breaks, and the snow grows old at dusk.
The cold sword silently listens to the thunder, and the long spear guards the empty trench alone.
Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield, blowing all over the painting all night long.
A late visitor from the south of the Yangtze River is wearing a red rope knot at the end of his hair.
