Feng Hua Lu, riding a horse howling in the west wind,
The long front is stained with frost, and the wild sand howls in the sky,
You can only rely on wine and wine to sleep peacefully. Mountains and rivers have no boundaries.
He returned to his garden and fields, took off his brocade and took off his armor, but nothing happened.
He was a powerful official in the dynasty, taking care of himself every step of the way, but he turned into a dragon when encountering a storm;
He was galloping on the battlefield, scolding Fang Qiu, but unfortunately the dragon's roar from the sky shook the sky;
He read poetry and books, endured for ten years, and finally got the chance to swim in shallow waters.
Only those who truly sit on the dragon chair know what it means to be in a high place and feel the cold, and what it means to be alone.