The law of caressing the sheath is eternal, and the broken blade is inscribed on the past and present. I don't know what kind of fate that millet has or how many times it will be treated. Lamenting the wind and rain in ten states is worth three cups of turbid wine. One drunkenness will last forever. He took medicine and went into seclusion, placing an inkstone on the coffee table. The frosty eyebrows are wrinkled, the temples are misty and stained with clouds. The years inscribed on the inscription flow away from the pool of Shaohua with one finger. Seeing the mirage of the eight desolate towers, not twisting half of the dust, knocking the sword and hating the song is too late. Shang played to promote plain hands, Zheng Yu praised Li Xi. "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"——Sword Song
