The Wind Rises and the Sad Autumn Jackdaws Cross

What is Jianghu? Is it the light of the sword? Or a grudge? Maybe he doesn't know it himself. Later, his sword was swung out for love and fell for hate. Love it, hate it. Jianghu is not about swords and swords, Jianghu is about people who can never come back after the swords and swords have passed. The rivers and lakes are not about grudges and grudges. The rivers and lakes are full of grudges, but their hearts are empty. But he still had to draw his sword. Because some things are more important than living. Because some people die before dawn. This sword—— For love, for hate, and for the Peach Blossom Island that I can never go back to. The fire of revenge burned in his chest and boiled in his eyes. This is not a matter of merit or demerit. The twists and turns of grievances and grievances will be left to future generations to comment on! It turns out that in the end, Jianghu is just one word. Wait. Waiting for someone who will never come back. Waiting for a tomorrow that can no longer be waited for.