blind man

In February, all things are born, and in August, plants and trees die.

Lunar calendar, August.

I found a swordsmith along the desert, and I set the broken sword in front of him.

"Cast it," I said.

The swordsmith didn't look up, just glanced at it, and said decisively: "This sword can no longer be recast."

"It doesn't matter how much."

"It's not a problem that money can solve."

"It doesn't matter how much time it takes."

"It's not a matter of time."

I almost jumped up, grabbed his collar, and asked angrily, "Then tell me, what should I do to solve this problem?"

The swordsmith lazily raised his lower eyelids, motioning for me to let go.

"Can you say it?" I let go of his collar.

He replied slowly: "The only way is to put it away and cast a new sword."

I pursed my lips and remained silent.

"If you recast a sword, it doesn't cost much money or time. Wouldn't it be a good deal for you? Why keep this broken sword."

"Nothing to do with you."

After I finished speaking, I stepped out of the door.

The swordsmith said behind me: "The last method."

I was stunned, without changing my face: "Say."

"If you can defeat me, I will recast this sword."

"it is good."

The author has something to say: "The Decline of Vegetation and Beyond the Sword" is taken from Du Fu's "Hate Farewell".

"February meets and everything grows, August meets and plants die" is taken from Liu An's "Huainanzi".