From Scholar to Master

The iron horse blows from the west to the north, and the apricot blossoms and spring rain fall to the south of the Yangtze River. A lonely shadow on the cold river, an old friend in the rivers and lakes, why should we meet before? The painting hall has red sleeves, a young man in a green shirt, a light sword and a fast horse, and he wants to take revenge. Spring breeze with peaches and plums, rivers and lakes with rain at night, fragrant clothes and shadows on the temples, chivalrous and tender feelings. Traveling all over the green mountains and hiding in the woods, there is only a legend left in the rivers and lakes.