I don't know the breeze

Breeze has gone through the rivers and mountains with one sleeve, a few wanderings, a lifetime of big dreams, a few gangsters, emperors and generals, but only a few lines of ink in the history, a young man with picturesque eyebrows, countless past events, looking back at the place where the old man once stayed, Where is the wind now? When I come here, the breeze is full of sleeves. When I go, the residual frost everywhere is called the wind and frost inscription. The setting sun of this place. Xie Linyuan