The Pen Falls and Paints the World

The young man in green clothes carries his sword and walks along the six paths of the Meijiang River. All living beings are at peace. When the sword moves, the world responds. Come and compete with me for the title of sword. It rains at night in the rivers and lakes, even if it is a dream, I write a pen and hold a candle to talk, and the ink stains first stain the shores of the rivers and lakes.