The Swordsman of the World

Wearing a green shirt, walking on the ancient road, looking for the traces of the fairy with a half-broken sword. The fairy road is vast and the red clothes are scorching. Playing swords and singing songs, poetry and wine travel far. Sipping fairy tea, admiring autumn flowers before the moon, the mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the world is prosperous at the snap of a finger. Climb up to the sky and see the strong wind, high clouds and high waves. The sky is big and the earth is small. The sea smiles, but I am at ease.