Seek a martial arts poem or word that can conform to this novel. .

The wind and cloud in the world come from our generation, and the years rush when we enter the rivers and lakes.

Talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life.

Carrying a sword, riding a ghost rain, bones like mountains, birds flying.

A tidal wave of people with dust is just sighing for a few people in the Jianghu.

I saw it in Dong Fangbubai. I don't know if it will help.