The flower shallow stream and the green boat flow by themselves,
The remaining chrysanthemums on the east fence are nowhere to be found.
The spring bamboo shoots all over the ground are short,
After dusk, the strong wine will disappear.
Then he went back and traveled with his sword.
You should see the bright moon shining on the tall buildings,
I also plan to carry the passing years in a light boat,
She is on the spring branches on the other side.
A man, a sword, a story about the world.