The Hard-To-Find Legacy Sword Is a Gift to the Mountains and Rivers

The sun sets in the west, the sunset falls, and the red clouds appear. The young man in white is so handsome. His clothes are elegant and he is sitting on a horse. His black hair is floating in the sky and his eyes are clear. He looks like a shadow but no one can be seen. The autumn water in the south of the Yangtze River is so clear that the waves on Pingpingdu are generated by itself. It is a pity that I am an old man and can only lead the horsetail across the river in embarrassment. Sighing that today's style is no longer there, only a rickety body and three thousand white hairs remain. Reminiscing about the past, when I was wearing bright clothes and angry horses, I was a romantic young man, traveling around the rivers and lakes so frivolously, with the jade pendant on my waist clanking, and the long sword on my back looking elegant. Now he is in a miserable state, his face is withered and his temples are as white as frost, his scabbard is rusty and no longer smooth, and his jade ears are dull and dull.