The story of impoverished strategist Feng Xuan makes the same point. Feng was so poor that he had to sleep in other people's homes and live on their sufferance. Nonetheless, he would not pawn his prize sword. He viewed the sword as his closest friend, a friend who he would live and die with, and often cried out: "My sword, let us leave!"
所以，哭窮出名的戰國謀士馮諼，窮的寄人籬下，仰人臉色，沒將寶劍典當，反視如知己，同進退，共死生，三不五時高呼：「長鋏，歸來乎！」