Online Game: Journey Through Jianghu

I’m a complete beginner. After reading so much, I wanted to try writing something myself.

The world’s heroes are born in my generation; once they enter the martial world, the years fly by.

We speak and laugh of conquest and empire, yet life is no more than a drunken dream.

Sword in hand, astride my horse, I sweep through ghostly rain; bones pile like mountains, sending birds scattering.

The world’s affairs ebb like the tide, and people flow like water. I can only sigh: how many ever return from the martial world?