Ancient Forest Singing

In the prime of life, whips are whipped and horses are hoofed, and cavalry rides across the embankment of the Yellow River. The sword flashes out, the sun and the moon shine, and there is peace for thousands of miles. The crows of chickens and dogs were heard again in the grassland, and the flesh and blood were never separated from each other. The poor people hold the fine wines and sing with smiles. Swinging a sword and asking what kind of love it is? I just hope the people don't suffer. Sprinkle wine to heaven and earth, not for wealth but for righteousness!