The wind in March combs the green waves, and the new bamboo joints connect with the clouds.
The jade saddle lightly steps on the hazy road, and the light of the sword shakes the sun and the moon.
The young man's spirit flies far away in the wind, and his laughter frightens the doves flying in the bamboo.
Suddenly a cold star came out through the leaves, its sharp edge secretly cast toward the beauty.
The electric light, stone and fire sword first sounded, and the autumn water broke through the sky and shocked the guests.
The horse turned over to avoid the poisonous arrow, and the dust fell lightly with the tip of its toes.
The black marks invaded the bamboo and it was still cold. Angry eyes surrounded the bamboo and the air condensed.
Dare to hide dark ghosts in the light, and shine your liver and gallbladder into the dark.
If the bow is drawn and the full moon is waiting for someone to come out, the arrow rain will come again and it will be more fierce.
Afraid of the haze covering up the dawn, the young man wields his sword towards the sky.
Even if the road ahead is rough and turbulent, he still has a sharp edge.
Look at the shadow on the Liuyun Sword, splitting the fog and seeing the clear sky.
