Yao Cheng Ye Si
The rain of blood startled the geese, and the wind and fire arose in Nancheng.
The cold wind talks about Qing Yan, and Shen Ge waits for the dawn.
In a remote place in the mountains, I swim with my sword at dusk.
Looking back at the way we came, we said goodbye to each other in tears.
Xiren was originally a guest in the mountains, but once he was destined to become a dream, the world has been in trouble ever since.
In the midst of the war, how can one achieve a satisfactory life?
Extract part of the plot of this article and piece it together to create a short poem. The level is limited. You can just read it and don't study it in detail. Of course, if anyone is willing to make some modifications, I would be very grateful.