Begging Immortals

Do you think I can become an immortal? I think it's ok. He carries the Qingfeng sword three feet high, and steps on mountains and rivers to grow lotuses. Thousands of things have been forgotten by the sound of the flute. Only when I lower my head do I realize that it has been thousands of years. The young man walks along singing, and lotuses grow at every step. Holding the flute in his left hand, he played the flute and passed by. Ps. The introduction is weak, and I pay tribute to Wu Tomb!