The golden sword and the iron horse, the dragon's blood and the dark yellow, and the hundred thousand banners that killed Yama.
He was astonishingly talented and brilliant, and swept through thousands of armies like a rolling mat. In the battle of Dashan Pass, the iron horse was in the autumn wind. The man in a narrow-sleeved riding uniform came on horseback, with his sword-shaped eyebrows on his temples and his phoenix eyes full of power. The swords and swords condensed into clear light. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world.
In the spring of March, thousands of flowers and grass are shining green, and butterflies are flying and orioles are singing. He is playing the flute under the sparse shadow of the apricot blossoms. His white clothes are better than the snow, just like a heavenly being. In the dream, I didn't realize that I was a guest. When I heard the joy, I went boating on the clear waves, gathered my arms and returned home, and we will go on good terms. Good times are like dreams, but they are no match for a piece of paper. The only thing I can say is that he will be granted the title of marquis in the future. Who will compile the compilation?
Don't you see, the crouching dragon and the leaping horse end up in the loess, and the human affairs news and books are lonely. Don't you see that the iron clothes are stained with blood and the horses' hooves are broken, and the bones in the wilderness are as white as snow. The vast smoke of the mortal world has dissipated, and the road of love is long and empty. I have been away for more than ten years now, but I have not seen my return home or you.
In the three thousand worlds, the birds are singing and the swallows are dancing, I only want you to drink from it.