Huang Ting Lidao

Watching chess is rotten, only flat boat breaks through the waves, chaotic in the wind, the edge of the valley is slowly, the sky is high in autumn, the moon pillow pine roots, and you can feel the dawn.
Enemies are like a forest, and everyone in the world wants to kill. I am idealistic, can't be clever, have no honor or disgrace, calm and comfortable. Where we meet, I am not a fairy or Taoist. I sit quietly and talk about the yellow court.
Huang Ting stood up,
The hope of integrating into the future was restored,
The return to the past solidified the missing,
There is also a roaring sword spirit in the present, opening its mouth and spitting, it is a hanging river.