"Old as I am, I vent my youthful madness; leading a yellow hound on the left, holding a hawk on the right. With a brocade hat and fur coat, a thousand riders roll across the flat hills. To show my devotion, I follow the governor; shooting tigers myself, watching for Sun Lang..."
History has proven that as long as the lyrics are good, even when recited by a young person, they can still possess a distinct, heroic spirit.
It was mid-October, and a full moon hung high in the sky. The night in Xijiang City was deep and quiet, though not entirely silent.
Chapter 196