Taibai Mountain Scholar

The years of riding horses in the rivers and lakes, more than 20 years of spring and autumn. The blood-stained sky is like a smile, and the bones are like a mountain. Warm fragrant nephrite remains. The long sword roared to break the formation, and the north wind was biting and shocking. Looking back at the infinite things that happened in those days, all debts are gone. A lonely shadow against a broken lamp. When Liu Zhongqiu wrote this poem, his heart was already dead.