The sword and the rivers and lakes carry the wine, and the waist is slender and the palm is light. The young man carried a long knife on his shoulder, hung wine on his waist, and strode forward, but the rivers and lakes in his heart were faintly visible. Turn a page in the book of troubled times, and the night rain in the rivers and lakes has been raining for decades. Suddenly looking back, the world has been shattered.