Long pavilion,
ancient road.
The orioles are worried and the butterflies are tired and blooming in the late evening.
A person slowly walked over from where the sunset was setting.
He walked slowly with his back to the setting sun, with a pilgrim-like piety and joy on his face.
He is tall, with thick brown hair, and the purple shirt on his body shines with pride and confidence.
He comes from the Western Regions. In the heart of the Western Region, in Qiyin City, Ziyi Alley.
He had a knife tied to his waist. The sword is three feet and seven inches long, has a mullet scabbard, a purple gold mouth, and a pure purple pearl inlaid on the scabbard.
Seeing the pavilion, the ancient road, and the setting sun, he stopped.
.........
Sad. Bitter.
Miserable.
This is the ascetic knife.
When the sword comes out of its sheath, the sky and the earth feel sad for it, and the wind and clouds change color.
Is this the soul of the knife?
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The ascetic knife itself represents suffering.
Why do some people like it?
Isn't it a tragic thing to kill and be killed?
Isn't fame sometimes a miserable thing?
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