Jianghu, Jianghu.
What is Jianghu?
Wherever there are people, it is called Jianghu.
The rivers and lakes are so big that when you stand on the top of the mountain, you can see the people at the bottom of the mountain are as lonely as yourself; the rivers and lakes are so small that you can see the falling flowers, listen to the wind, appreciate the falling snow, sip the wine, look in the mirror, and feel the desolation of just one person.
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There are such rumors in the world.
The man in Tsing Yi floats alone like the wind in the rivers and lakes. He does not love blood and light, and he has never caused blood and light disasters. There is a deep fragrance in his movements, which is said to be the smell of tea before it fades. His words are full of Zen meaning, telling the fate.
There are gods and Buddhas in his name.