南国二月,说是春天都很勉强,桃花已开过几茬。江风习习,几株柳树映在斜阳里,这是2001年的一个傍晚。一位玄衣人立在江边,他腰悬长剑,右手紧握刀柄,左手按住刀鞘,神情肃穆。突然间,他身形一动,长刀已然出鞘。只见刀光闪动,或刺、或劈、或砍、或斩,几个被抛至半空的苹果一一被劈成两半。他把刀在空中划了个圈,又从容地做了个收势,把长刀送回鞘中。 Southern State in February, said that in the spring are very reluctantly, peach has opened a few stubble. Wind practice, a few strains of willow reflected in the sun, this is one of the evening of 2001. A man in front of the Xinyi standing on the river, his waist hanging sword, his right hand grasp the handle, hold the sheath left hand, look solemn. Suddenly, he stature, a long knife has been a sheath. I saw the flashing knife, or stab, or split, or cut, or cut, a few were cast into the air of the apple one by one was split in half. He knifed the knife in the air and made a leisurely move to return the long knife to the sheath.