旧日的事情总是死而不僵,就像百足的虫子。而怀旧是每个人的天赋,长在身上,怎么都甩不掉。年少轻狂的日子鲜艳而明媚,总是让我想起那些意态飞扬的事物。飘扬的红披风、白马、金刀、炽红的烟头便是一个完整的侠客梦、千古文人永远做不够的美梦。那时候看了几本武侠小说,便以为 Old things are always dead and not stiff, like a hundred feet of insects. And nostalgia is everyone’s talent, grow in the body, how can not throw away. Young and frivolous days bright and bright, always reminds me of those things that fly high. Flying red cape, white horse, gold knife, red cigarette butt is a complete knight dream, eternal scholar will never do enough of the dream. At that time I read a few martial arts novels, I thought