Reminiscing About Lovesickness: Forgetting the River

The young man is chivalrous and makes friends with heroes from all five cities. Liver and gallbladder holes, hair rising. During the talk, we live and die together, and a promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold. Pushing the Qiao is brave, proud and indulgent, lightly covered and supported, flying together, fighting against the east of the city. When I drink wine, the spring scenery floats in the cold jar, and I absorb the rainbow from the sea. Idle calls of eagles and dogs, white feathers picking up carved bows, cunning holes are empty. Happy rush. Like a dream in Huangliang, bid farewell to Danfeng. The bright moons are together, and the waves are alone. Officials are redundant and unruly, falling into a dusty cage with a collection of books. He Bian is like a cloud, for rough use, but it can perform extraordinary functions. The bamboo sticks are stirring, the fishing sun is busy, and I am thinking about the sad man. Don't ask for a long tassel, just take the talent of a genius, and the sword roars in the west wind. I hate climbing mountains and facing water. I send Qixiantong in my hand and watch my return home. Let's see how the young man in white slashed the world with his sword, became a legend and became famous in the world, and how he gave up his supreme position...