The fragrant plum blossoms and the sea of snow, the rivers and lakes are picturesque,
He rode the wind thousands of miles, sighing at the lingering haze in the floating world.
The night shadows are charming, refreshing and fragrant,
He held the wine against the moon in the wind, dreaming of a dark and dim dream with flying sand.
Looking at the world, the country is beautiful, and the heroes are competing for the world.
Falling into Huangquan, the setting sun is fading, and the flowers on the other side are the most worrying.
Drunk in the mortal world, the young man scolded Fang Qiu and drank in the wind to sing about his years.
Dreaming back to the netherworld, encountering ghosts and ghosts, and fighting with stunned crows.
Destiny arises, as misty as smoke, I am lucky to know your face, I am not afraid of fire, sea, and rivers.
The fate is gone, scattered into dust, sighing and floating life is like a dream, and the rivers and lakes are trapped and empty.
Concept: Jianghu disputes, oriental fantasy