Jixia Lingtian

The deserted village is empty at dawn when hungry people die, and the cold soul wakes up to find traces of his spirit. The spring branches into fine veins to moisten the wasteland, and the rice sprouts and new awns cover the wild velvet. Clear away the fierce bandits, destroy the evil front, and cut off the remaining flames of the peasants with one plow. Don't say that the only way to immortality is the elixir sword, and that the cultivation of crops is as high as the sky.