The old man in Nanmengbei enjoys a game alone, running around and dreaming of Zhuang all his life.
Making friends should be chivalrous, and being a man should be simple.
A gentleman's promise, light life and death, there is no need to pollute chivalry for 1000 yuan.
My old friend took a sword to say goodbye to us; In the fog of spring breeze, he will never come back. Only by injecting chivalry into the sky base and sending away drunk.
Dancing swords and stepping on the bright moon, drinking and singing wildly. A chivalrous and upright man, a thousand miles away.
Long swords and dragons dance together, and loose wine is precious. Ride the dust, be chivalrous alone.
From ancient times to the present, how many rivers and lakes are loyal and heroic are all a pot of good wine, and it is a good dream to get drunk.
One rider, a carefree world. A pot of muddy wine, a song of love, a lifetime of madness. Heroes walk the world with swords, and their lofty sentiments are stained with blood.
Great men serve the country and the people; Little people are friends and neighbors.