Crying About Minyue

Thirty years of work and fame, half a lifetime of love and affection, all I want is to achieve fame, wealth and honor, but I don't know that I am already a happy world. Xiangxiao rides away from the dust, and the hero leans on his sword to level the four directions. In the end, his head is full of sorrow and his hair is white, and he ends up like a rabbit dead and a fox miserable. Looking back at those days, drinking wine and lamenting the wasted years, now I can make a smile!