Reminiscing About the Fleeting Years

During that time, it was like a stream warmed by the sun, so clear without any impurities. In the world of Jianghu, the wind is sweet and the clouds are soft. In the world of martial arts, the laughter and scolding are full of fun. Looking back now, I am surprised to realize that those stories created by youth have already turned into honey in my memory. So I picked up the pen and wanted to sew these luminous fragments into the page - let everything in the world meet again in the sentence, and let the wind of that summer blow through my hair again.