The bamboo rafts are rippling on the Wangqing Lake, crossing light water lines. The green mountains and green waters of Qingcheng Mountain are nothing more than this. The vast bamboo sea is like a green ocean sunken in the earth, seeming to swallow up the entire Sichuan, which makes people feel inexplicably weird. Only in the evening will Qingcheng highlight its proud colors. The bloody setting sun is shattered by the water waves and then reappears on the lake. It's like an illusion, with the green bamboos dyed golden, so dazzling that no one dares to look up and stare. The egret is the most pleasant when it is wandering in the sky, giving people a strange beauty between illusion and reality. The sky is like a collapsed basin, and the floating clouds gradually stand out towards the earth. The sky is like an endless abyss, like a god falling from the earth. During my days in Qingcheng, I don't know how many years have passed. In the blink of an eye, one year after another, the world is changing? Ridiculous! Maybe I haven't experienced real fighting yet, but during the days of tempering myself, I felt a lot. Maybe life is just a big empty dream, and in the blink of an eye, it's just a wave of the hand. Only with the remaining thoughts and sadness in my heart, I gradually found the goal of my progress. It seemed that the hole could never be filled. That goal was both far away and close at hand... I was still confused, waiting for the day when the swans would really spread their wings and fly into the blue sky...
Feathers fall into the sky,
Buried in the water in the setting sun.
The swans fly in all directions,
A gentleman is a swordsman and a fool.
Dare I ask He Jianghu?
People don't know,
God knows!