[The Legend of the Ancient Sword] Snow-Fried Pear Blossoms

Last year, I gathered snow from the branches; today, it drifts down like rouge-colored leaves. I gently roll up two or three leaves of grass, and only after sipping spring wine do I taste its sweetness. Ten thousand poems, a thousand cups of wine. How often have I ever looked toward the lords and kings? I am too lazy to return to the jade towers and golden palaces. Let me place a plum blossom in my hair and get drunk in Luoyang. The first paragraph of the blurb is adapted from the song