From Then On, Jianghu Held the Sword

The red silk opera is played in late autumn, and the guests leave and stay empty. Three ounces of wind pick up the rain and bring ink, mix it into the wine and compose poetry. Eccentric, endlessly drunk. The old friend lives in Xizhou, and has long been worried about having an empty glass of wine. From then on, after Jianghu holds the sword, the fallen leaves will remain with the wind for a long time. If you don't return, you will die.