Jianghai Guyue

The moon is crescent, the night is dark, dressed in green clothes and a jug of wine Drunk and lying in the east, on the ancient road, the white horses are all heroes The cold sword comes out from the west to meet the head, and there is no one in the world who will not follow it. Even if the mountains and bones are 90,000 miles away, just because the rivers and lakes are turning upside down...