Wasteland: The Stunning Shot

I traveled to the cold mountains drunkenly, and the sky was filled with frost. Breathing in the cold air, the cold wind turns over and the wine spills over the rivers and mountains. Looking up at the blue water, clouds and smoke, the birds are falling into the world. As I raised my hand, my wine dropped to the front of my wet shirt. Look at the snowflakes drifting away, and the bright and beautiful scenery changes to white. The white-haired old man carried the child down the mountain. Watching the gods dancing from a distance, I am now drunk in the world. Farewell to Hanshan, when will I come back?