The Sword Is Still Young

The horse shakes the old soil, but the sword's intention has not yet matured. Raise a glass of wine and you will find at your fingertips the Thirteen Prefectures with the Imperial Seal. Stepping on a piece of earth, caressing the dragon and bird sword, millions of men in the rivers and lakes kowtow to the green platform. The breeze blew past the hillock, leaving only the man in green. The man in green, carrying a broken sword and wearing rags, looked at the scorched earth in front of him, his eyes blurred with tears. I only have this three-foot sword in my hand, but the journey is high and the road is far.