Last night’s wine, drunken dreams in the morning

It is the withered yellow color of autumn

The young and frivolous man wielding a 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

A gentle breeze blows by, and 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 safe

(Zhang Zongyong of Sunjiacha Longhua Mining Company)