Asking Questions

The young man went out to his hometown with his sword in hand, and made many happy friends over a glass of wine. Looking back, I am alone in thousands of mountains, and the night rain in the rivers and lakes is a cold light. There is no way that the solitary light reflects only a single shadow, and the green shirt can travel across thousands of mountains. He calmly passed through the array of thousands of people, and only took the bright moon as a ring. The long song splits the clouds and frightens the geese, and I can see the stars through the mist with one hand. Suddenly I feel that all the world is a guest, walking alone on the top of the mountain with my hands behind my back!