Hide the sword Jun Xin Jian Yi
In the middle of the forest, the boat floats and the paper is the world of mortals.
Dan Xin is several inches long. He is working hard.
It's cold in the clouds between the pines, who brings the light home, and the wind and the lotus rush at night.
Shake off a misty rain.
Lingyin fog, horseshoe bursts, mistaken for leaving people.
At dawn, I waved away my loneliness.
Throw frivolous three points, cloud three points, month three points, one is sparse and one is true.
Years are silent, stepping through the snow without trace, once a cold light sword is formed.
Who once relied on horses to sell old wine and did everything in the world?
Like the spring breeze, pears and snow crush the branches and blow down the youth travel.
That night, the stars sank, business was mediocre, and friends were rewarded.
Wu Shan's sleeves are covered with snow.
It's like I'll grow old with you.
New willow with flying flowers and broken bridges, Jinxiu village.
The white horse left, but the moonlight stayed.
I dreamed of listening to the sound of running water from Jiuxi Spring, looking for the trace of sword, walking sideways and sealing my throat with the drink of dust.
Raise a glass and ask if the old friend will come back.
The breeze is in hand, without the spring and autumn, the clothes are not wet.
Time flies like old, like the gentleness of your brow.
Sudden wind and rain for no reason, and then look back, youth does not leave acacia.
Your heart is sheathed, your sword hides the front, and your solitary rainbow penetrates Kyushu, the town of Japan.
You used to rely on horses to sell old wine, and you were negative about the world.
Just like watching the cold autumn in the shadow, there is no juvenile tour anymore.
That night, the stars are sinking alone, people have left, the air is waiting, and the snow in Wu Shan is full of sleeves.
Why do you want a thousand dollars if you promise?
Your own reward for life and death
I am a half-life with ups and downs, and there are not many chivalrous people in the Jianghu.
Since you turned to say goodbye, who said * * * here?
Don't forget, an old friend once promised to sing for me generously.
Now I'm the only one who spills wine in front of the grave and whispers.
A gentleman's promise is lighter than life and death, so why waste money on chivalry-
-The wind in Wu Shan is getting old. The teenager who tried the sword side by side will never come back. ——