On that day, he had just mastered the art of swordsmanship, and when he returned from trying out the swordsmanship with his friends, the young man was so angry that his horse wore fresh clothes, and he was so happy that he whipped his whip and threw sand.
Just at a sudden glance, I saw a man walking on the official road giving alms. He was wearing a three-foot green sword, his long hair was tied high, and his clothes were smart and unrestrained. I couldn't help but feel a sense of friendship.