Raise the sword to break the sky and leave no one, spur the country, and return the gun to hook Molan.

Swept the five mountains, overturned the wasteland angrily, and carved Brahma brocade only for the Yiren.

Flying clouds cover the eyes, the fog is misty, the water is sparkling, and it is difficult to bend the moon in the water when turning over the river.

The man's tenderness is indecisive, the stars are difficult to describe the cinnabar print, the mandarin ducks in the blue lake are embroidered and the water is flowing, and the fish are missing.

Dreams are hard to find, so what's the matter? I am a happy man. A good glass of wine, with the Qing country.

[The author has something to say: Thank you for the words provided by Nian Nuan Hongchenke. For details, please inquire: Nian Nuan Hongchenke's original poetry collection. Author: Nian Nuan Hongchenke.