Painting the screen, the light ink points to the spring and autumn, the sword energy crosses the broken jade pass. Ten miles of yellow sand and sky cannot hold the white horse treading in the snow, nor can it hold the golden strands reflecting the moon. The carved bow is inlaid with jade, the soldiers are as cold as water, and the young man steps forward to lock the mountains. It was late at night, so I stayed at Xitou and looked at the Eight Hundred Qinchuan River. Driving a chariot, the spring is blooming, and I walk drunkenly on the green hills. Playing with the world, trying to catch the dragon, it is difficult to conceal his passion and ambition. If you dare to shoot up the moon with a cup of wine, if you make a mistake with a golden cup, the stars will fall. After a few debaucheries, the young man is graceful. The three feet of Qingfeng hides the sword intention. In this scene, he is still young and has an unruly body. In the long wind, the rivers and lakes are endless, and it is difficult to return to drunkenness. A group of people in the world interweave a story that has to be told...
Painting the screen, the light ink points to the spring and autumn, the sword energy crosses the broken jade pass. Ten miles of yellow sand and sky cannot hold the white horse treading in the snow, nor can it hold the golden strands reflecting the moon. The carved bow is inlaid with jade, the soldiers are as cold as water, and the young man steps forward to lock the mountains. It was late at night, so I stayed at Xitou and looked at the Eight Hundred Qinchuan River. Driving a chariot, the spring is blooming, and I walk drunkenly on the green hills. Playing with the world, trying to catch the dragon, it is difficult to conceal his passion and ambition. Dou Sheng of wine dares to shoot the moon