On the lyrics of "tiger man"

Alone on a cold night in a barren hill, I suddenly smell good wine,

Find the recluse drunk, is inviting stars.

He called himself a nameless man and asked if he was short of a drinking friend,

In the first year, Daoxiang and fengshu first met this lake,

And then, on the road of dawn, one league and one valley.

The next year I went to the West Lake to see your wind sword skill,

Burn the soul of war again, bury the remains, and divide the attack and defense.

Square inch heart, chivalrous bone simmer hot,

Happy love and hatred, long song of horse.

On the color of snow poured by crane at the top of Jianfeng,

Sacrifice the dead in Lingyan Pavilion.

In addition to natural and unrestrained, but also lonely,

A good clothes is a sword, but a bad wine.

We are all passers-by,

Who laughs at me even though there are so many bumps?

In the past three years, the heroes have gathered together to fight with each other,

Turn over the poisonous shadow of Tianluo, the charm of Shu is romantic.

Picking fairy grass from the eaves of Qutang, or boating in Erhai Lake,

In the Ming Dynasty, when the western regions went to other places, the cold moon curved the front to pour wine.

In the fifth year, he was drunk and forgot to return,

In case of family and country disputes, guard Chang'an with soldiers!

In the sixth year, they fought hard in the Central Plains,

There are new people in the river and lake. They listen to the book in the cloud.

Square inch heart, chivalrous bone simmer hot,

Happy love and hatred, long song of horse.

On the Nujiang River,

Laugh at Chen Zhen by Yangzhou road.

In addition to natural and unrestrained, but also lonely,

A good clothes is a sword, but a bad wine.

With the help of the fence, the river and the mountain lift the hat and untie the coir,

Night rain for ink, write the years said.

This is the end of his story,

The moon in the sky has set on the hills.

Is drunken nonsense believable?

He's gone to sleep. I bow.