A Few Blowing Pipes

In the thirteenth year of Jian'an, in Chibi, the drums were exhausted, people screamed, horses neighed, and boats flew in flames... The road is long, and I can't find anything after wearing iron shoes. You are no longer with me. The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty passed the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and Hu Ma is not taught to cross the Yin Mountains. The music is high-pitched but few, and it is difficult to find a close friend. If I could do it over again, I would just be a nobody. Let my mind be in peace, I will hunt with you and drink with you. Looking at the sea, admiring the bright moon... It's a pity that the Yangtze River passes eastward, and the waves wash away all the heroes. The heart of right and wrong has persisted through the ages, and the words of a fisherman and a woodcutter overnight. The green hills are still there, and the sunset turns red several times.