Seven kills were followed by thunder, and a sword pierced the sky.
The osmanthus tree is full of youth, and the partridges are singing in the cool afternoon.
The peaks on Yanpingjin are as if they were cut, and the empty water in the river grows when the sword is removed.
Since I was young and holding the sword, I have known that I will be the leader of the sword, the best in the world, do you have any advice?
