The clouds are blue and the sky is almost covered with light, and the dragon's backbone of thousands of mountains is towering.
Who can break through the majesty, who can share the country like ink.
The past has been wasted, and the night wind has destroyed the flowers.
Who is so romantic and alone with me?
Who is dressed in red and full of fire, who once raised his eyebrows and said that he has a lot of love and dominates his family and country?
Who is better than painting without makeup, who has been through life and death side by side, and is willing to withstand the wind and frost of all eternity?
Who is frivolous in white robes, who once filled the bottle and sang about the vastness, and whose sword edge strayed into the rivers and lakes?
Just a little cinnabar between the eyebrows can bring out all the tenderness.