Dozens of horses neigh in the wind, and two or three embroidered flags make the sun shine.
The pink and green felt hat looks like an overturned lotus leaf held high.
Crimson color and red tassels, like brilliant lotus flowers.
In the flying fish bag, there is a fine light bow with a golden bird painted on it.
In the lion pot, there are jade-carved feathers and straight arrows.
Lead a few thin dogs to drive the deer, and hold a few pairs of goshawks to catch the rabbits.
The handsome falcon wears the velvet ribbon through the clouds, and the brocade eagle takes off its hat to protect its fingers.
The wind of the fat gun is strong, and the edge of the saddle shows a cold light.
Painting drums and drums, and hearing the sound when riding towards the horse.
The saddle edge tethering is nothing more than a bird from the sky.
Immediately lift them up, and they are all wild beasts in the mountains.
It’s like the King of Jin coming to Zisai; it’s like Wu of Han coming to Changyang.
This is a poem written by Chai Jin to describe the quality of his life and artistic conception in Water Margin. It was written by the author of Water Margin. It is not a poem in our reality, and it is not mentioned in Water Margin. and the title of the poem.