Looking for the Solitary Son

The wine in the Yinghai Pavilion is hot, and the stormy waves and clouds are all guests. The wandering dragon is no longer defeated by the king of hell. How can Fusang know that a thousand pieces of gold are astringent? I have wiped out all the wasteland in the world, and I will keep the ice clear from generation to generation. No matter the wind, thunder, mountains and rain, Qingbai will be clear in his mind. At the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, the people are standing tall and strong, while colleagues from Quanzhou light up sky lanterns. The world is full of infatuated children, who lived for her art and righteousness. Search your heart and you will not find it, only your heart, your emotions, your happiness. The intention in Hongjian is just like the wind, and finally enters the dreamland alone.