Last night’s wine, drunken dreams in the morning    

It is the withered yellow color of autumn    

The young and frivolous man wielding the sword to the end of the world    

In the endless desolation, indifference    

Create an unparalleled high spirit in this life    

I talk calmly and easily    

The tranquility and ups and downs of chess fighting    

The breeze blows by, the sword energy is like frost    

A pot of fine wine reflects the vicissitudes of time    

Taste the various flavors of Shanlan and think silently    

Even if there are thousands of peaks that are difficult to overcome, try to get back up    

The heroic steps of swords and swords    

The ghosts and monsters traveling in the darkness    

Cut off the wandering and wandering with nowhere to rest    

The wandering mountains and rivers are fine

(Zhang Zongyong of Sunjiacha Longhua Mining Company)