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2001年9月9日。云梦之畔、洞庭之北、武当山下,长江与汉水交汇,一座名叫武汉的城。他,拔剑,纵马,悄然踏入江湖。一本杂志,他的名字,叫做武侠。现在,100期过去了。100期,就像岁月之中、江湖之上,100个深深的脚印。顺着脚印的轨迹,我们低头下看,那是一片嵯峨阴森的幽谷,而谷的那边,是一座接天的高峰,庞大的阴影像一个噩梦。然而,当我们抬头仰视,会发现,我们正在攀登一座更高的山峰,那山的顶端,栖息着太阳的光辉。
September 9, 2001. Yunmeng River, Dongting North, Wudang Mountains, the Yangtze River and Han River intersection, a city called Wuhan. He, pull the sword, vertical horse, quietly into the arena. A magazine, his name, called martial arts. Now, 100 days have passed. 100, like the years, rivers and lakes, 100 deep footprints. Follow the footprints of the track, we look down, it is a gloomy glen, and the other side of the valley, is a peak of the day, a huge shadow like a nightmare. However, when we looked up, we would find that we were climbing a higher mountain, the top of that mountain, where the sun shone.