Second Brother Wild Dog

There are always some songs that I dare not listen to, and there are always some dreams that I don't want to wake up from. I wrote this story about the journey of life and the scenery along the way, and you are part of the story. At that time, we met as young people, wearing bright clothes and angry horses. We thought about wearing green shirts and wielding swords across the world. Unfortunately, we did not have swords, but only kitchen knives and pickaxe handles. This river and lake is so big, there are countless young heroes, and even more weeds and wild flowers like you and me. The little Er'er who is obsessed with throwing throwing knives, the grandeur of the general, the little Wu'er who wears plaster and says I can jump, the little chicken who can write poems, the rich second generation Wenlong, the Atu who knows how to grill skewers... We once gathered together like a raging fire, but now we are scattered, the sky is full of stars...