The hair grows to the waist. Will the general come back?
This gentleman is carefree, how can he expect mountains and rivers to be rustling?
At dawn, at dusk, my head is white and old.
The cold sword silently listens to the thunder, and the pike is independent and empty.
Lying drunk on the battlefield, you don't laugh, you honk the horn all night.
Evening guest Jiangnan, red rope knotted hair tip.
Used to describe love: it means to meet at dawn and grow old at sunset.