The heroes of the world are born in my generation, and they are rushed by time once they enter the world.
While talking and laughing about the great ambition and hegemony, life is a drunken experience.
Racing a sword while riding astride, wielding the ghost rain, white bones like mountain birds flew away in fright.
The world is like a tide and people are like water. Only a few people return to the rivers and lakes.
Tsui Hark and Cheng Xiaodong's masterpiece "The Swordsman of the East" written by Tsui Hark and Cheng Xiaodong in the 1990s, Jet Li wrote this poem, and the hero's desolate atmosphere is fully displayed
The name of the poem is "Journey to the Rivers and Lakes" ! The author cannot be found!