While laughing and chatting with a feather fan and silk scarf, I am impeccable with thousands of troops, I am a hypocritical gentleman with a three-foot sword, I am perfunctory with the wolf fire and beacon smoke, I am born in troubled times and do not speak, I do not ask anyone to light my merits or demerits, light the lamp for whom, add fat for whom, let anyone laugh at me for being too crazy, the rain keeps falling and the wind keeps blowing, who will make wine with me and discuss the world, thousands of arrows They are all murderous. Who can let me settle down in troubled times? Who can fight for hegemony in three parts of the world? Now I have pointed my sword at the end of the world, but I just want to play the piano for you. From now on, there will be no worries. The sky is full of changes in gratitude and resentment. Whoever makes me a pot of hot tea, but can't exchange for his concern. It turns out that I have fought for you in the three kingdoms all my life.