The sand is flying. The sword edge should be filled with the sun and the moon. The desert is endless, and the cold light shines on the blade shines on the sand and gravel, and the moon is independent. The sword is unsheathed and the sword is burning the world with one blow. The wind is settled. The mountains and rivers are melted in the pot to make wine. The dragon is in the wild, and there is wine that sways up to the green clouds and is drunk in Dongting. Xiaoyao has praised it for his whole life.