Rivers and Lakes Night Talk Ten Years Lamp

Drunk, my pen is clumsy, my horse is drunk, and I cross the river in the long night and sleep in the wind and fire; The coldness of Qianqiu holds my pen, and the cold river catches me alone as an immortal; In the dream, there is the sound of fighting in the rivers and lakes, and I burn the lamp and chant songs without sleeping; The sword energy spreads across thirty thousand miles, and the light is cold in all nine states with just one sword; The candlelight in the Qingdeng Ancient Temple is cold, and moths still meditate under the lamp; The secrets of heavenly ginseng in the blessed land are refined in the furnace of Taiyi Taoist heart.