Sighing that the arrows shot into the flowers, now I am holding a spear and tearing through the blue sky.
Afraid of teaching the autumn wind to mislead the marriage, I regretted the past several times.
Go to sleep alone on the orchid boat, don't be afraid of the hairpin falling into the water.
I can only weep when the ink painting is done and the flowers have dried up, I just look forward to the Xiang River to send my lovesickness.
The moonlight is like water passing by, and the drunken man is chasing the frost and snow with his long sword.
The country is stained by wind and rain, and the years surround the mountains and rivers. In the teahouse in the city, I have seen many long-term love affairs, fighting swords across the world, and meeting by chance. Are you willing to tell me your mottled memories?
Drunken dream comes to visit, can you please collect it? Thank you very much.
The introduction is wonderfully written. Holding a spear and breaking through the blue sky now gives you a heart-stirring feeling.