The dream of being in the world when I was young was originally hidden in the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus wine. At that time, I watched the rainbow cat and the blue rabbit riding their horses with swords, the wind blew past my ears, and even the sound of hoofbeats carried the heat of a young man - it was the sincerity of "going to the abyss as a friend" and the joy of "seeing the moon all over the rivers and lakes on the same horse". I always felt that such a friendship should be like strong wine in the throat, burning the light in people's eyes.
Now that I want to pick up the pen, I just want to warm up the glass of wine that I didn't drink back then. Let the figures of those galloping horses be clearer, and let the laughter when we stand side by side be longer, not to relive the old times, but to tell the self who was holding the remote control back then: Look, the world you miss is still there; the togetherness you envied is still warm.
This sequel, instead of writing a story, is clearly about borrowing pen and ink to accompany myself as a teenager and continue my journey through the rivers and lakes.
Purpose: Taking the yearning for pleasure and pure friendship in the world as an anchor when I was young, I use the sequel to regain the sincerity of galloping and the warmth of knowing each other. It is not only a tender complement to the unfinished dream of the world in youthful memories, but also proves with pen and ink: those chivalrous and fetters that once made people's heart beat, after the precipitation of time, can still shine in the words, becoming a spiritual echo that spans the years.