This Chaotic World

Flying on the snow like a wild goose, the flash of swords and shadows look dangerous. The bright moon is floating in the rivers and lakes, and the wind is rustling in the yellow sand. ​Drunk a thousand bottles and lean on the railing, and spend a lot of money to show your pride. The feathered serpent and the yellow dragon fight in the wild, while the universe recites the mantra. The earth, fire, water and wind move at will, and the thunderous sword of the Barbarian King is in the palm of the hand. The mid-autumn water in my eyes is silent and foggy, and the northern border is covered with thousands of miles of ice and snow. ​The sound of the demonic harp ambushes you from all sides, and the arrows and feathers of the arrows fall into oblivion. The scholar with a thousand faces asks about the Heaven Tower, and the lonely Shura Palace of Hell. Yunxia Mingming destroyed the magic gun and killed him, but the mysterious sword in his sleeve was finally missing. The axe, axe, and hook can be used to hide thousands of soldiers. The south fist and north leg are extremely martial arts. ​The cold temple is really ascetic, and the fake white lotus is used to save the suffering from the world. ​The bamboos are flying, the red orioles are singing, the flowing water and the green hills are full of woods. Lying on the terrace in the setting sun and listening to the sound of rain, who can fall in love with duckweeds without roots? The vagabond is wandering, the dusk clouds change, and the hero hides in the rivers and lakes on a snowy night. (Ps: The author feels that the purpose of poetry is narrative and lyrical, and should not be bound by meter, etc., So the poetry is terrible, but I always want to write poetry (crying), I hope someone who understands poetry can be gentler...)