Broken Sword and Broken Edge

The prodigal son looks back in vain with his sword, but he doesn't know that the rivers and lakes are driving people to their temples; Fame, fortune and wealth are all gone, and it is rare to be drunk with them in life. Sigh that the world is like smoke! Travel when you are young and return when you are old! Holding the broken sword in hand to cut off grudges, the broken blade seals the heart and forgets the past; The old friend rode a crane to go away in bliss, and the fallen leaves sighed in the autumn wind. Although the sword is broken! People are not dead, chivalry is still there!