Water Moon Mirror Flower Yin

What is Jianghu? Is it the unrestrained joy of "the silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star"? Is it the heroic spirit of "three cups of vomiting promise, the five mountains will be lighter"? Is it the famous saying in history that "even if a hero dies, his bones are fragrant and he is not ashamed of being a hero in the world"? Or is it the simplicity and indifference of "when things are over, just brush off your clothes and hide your merit and fame"? Is it the sad sigh of "the flowers are silent with tears in their eyes, and the red flowers fly across the swing"? Is it the resolute determination of "holding a scimitar in hand like a sword of frost, killing all the heartless people in the world"? Is it the intention of "a bamboo stick and mango shoes can beat a horse easily, and a person can live his whole life under the mist and rain"? Or is it the indifference of "Looking back at the desolate place where there was neither wind nor rain"? … There is no end to gratitude, resentment, love and hatred, I can't tell you all about separation, life and death. The light of the sword, the shadow of the sword, the broken sword sinking into the sand But whose tears are they? Spread all over the mountains and rivers. And whose blood is it? The sky is dyed red. … The world of martial arts is easy to say but difficult to walk.