Qingshan Smiles Ups and Downs

The sky and the earth are rushing forward, the sun and the moon are moving, the Spring and Autumn Dynasties are in sequence, and for three hundred years, the earth is split in the nine states, the four sides stand together, vertical and horizontal, and the smoke of war is everywhere. Attack and defense change shape, rise and fall, success or failure, time is ruthless, history has no intention, and everything in the past has turned into dust. Only the green hills remain the same, unchanged in shape and heart, standing tall against the wind, standing proudly on the banks of the river over the years, smiling at the ups and downs of the clear waves, with the white sails far away. The stars and the moon are in the same sky, the night is about to pass, the morning sun rises, dispersing the smoke of the Sichuan River, a thousand boats compete together, and the nine states become one. On this day, a strong wind blows from the east, blue clouds rise straight up, and a man stands alone on the top of the mountain. Looking across the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, all the colors of Kyushu can be seen. In the spring and Autumn of the 20th, horses were riding across the rivers and mountains, swords were pointed, rivers were stained with blood, the sun and the moon were shining together, green smoke was rising, literary talents were exhausted, and military strategies were poured out. On Qingyun Mountain, the chess pieces have fallen and Jiuzhou is in a game. Emperor, warrior, wise man, tyrant, who can rule the world? The wind and clouds are meeting, and the wind is blowing from all directions. Who can become the chess player and unify the nine states? The long sword is returned to its sheath, the scenery of Qingyun Mountain remains the same, and the people on the top of the mountain remain the same. The world is mapped, the long sword is sheathed, galloping across the mountains and rivers, disappearing in the forests and forests, no matter how the wind and clouds change, the mountains and rivers are blurred. The person below is dust-free, the person is dust-free, and the heart is also dust-free. Along the river bank of time, the waves stirred up, and the silhouettes of people floated, but the green hills remained the same, lying beside them smiling.