With his double sword and his hair disheveled, he bid farewell to Mengzhou. It is the clear autumn day, the haze is gradually fading, yellow clouds are everywhere, the grain is dense, the grass is desolate, the cicadas are chirping intermittently, and at a few o'clock green flags are sold in restaurants. At dusk, there are distant mountains in sight, and the sound of tranquility is heard. Not to mention old hatred and new hatred? Thinking about the past makes people hateful. Ask about the things that are looking for heroes? A thousand villages of foxes and rabbits, where is the mainstay? Nine places of yellow flow.
Just a thought...