The Sword Is Like a Dream Roaring in the Rivers and Lakes

Thousands of vertical and horizontal, laughing at the wind and clouds, their blue eyes are empty of anything, their swans fly across the sky with their bows, and they shoot down the setting sun like green. Hundreds of miles of quicksand, vast arrays of clouds, and heroic spirit startling the flying snow. The wine bottle roars, and the passing years pass away the heroes. The sword leans on the desert and is sentimental, and I love children even more. They are handsome with green hair. Since ancient times, heroes have suffered many hardships, and their good reputations are allowed to rise and fall? Secretly remembering that during my lifetime, prosperity was like a dream, and I was surprised to see a white beard! Who lies down tonight, the window is locked and a bright moon shines! ("Niannujiao")