There is the endless sound of silk and bamboo in the ears, and the blurry and dancing figures are in front of the eyes, far away from the battlefield where the flames are blazing and death is everywhere. This scene makes people just want to sleep drunk in the world of mortals and not wake up. If you could ignore the pain in your chest, tonight's feast would be perfect. But the mellow east wind was like thorns, knives, ice and flames, cutting her wantonly and freezing her repeatedly.
Good wine intoxicates the east wind, fierce battles are fierce on the battlefield, soldiers fight thousands of miles, and return intoxicated by the east wind.