不写武侠好多年了,每日庸庸碌碌混天度日,忙着不知所谓的生活,直到柜中的武侠书也蒙上厚厚的灰尘,极像被尘封于记忆深处的那个梦,一个属于热血和少年的英雄梦。直到有天,一个有点执著的陌生编辑,不断邀我写点与武侠有关的文字,其诚意让我无法拒绝。我找出几本上个世纪的武侠经典,用一个下午细细品读。看到书中那曾经无比熟悉,如今却有些陌生的江湖,一种久违的激情在胸中渐渐 Do not write martial arts for many years, the daily mediocre mixed day, busy I do not know the so-called life, until the cabinet of the martial arts book is also covered in thick dust, most like dust in the memory of that dream, A dream belongs to the blood and juvenile hero. Until there is a day, a little strange perseverance editor, keep inviting me to write something related to martial arts, its sincerity I can not refuse. I find several martial arts classic of the last century, with a fine afternoon reading. See the book that has been very familiar with, but now there are some strange rivers and lakes, a long absence passion in the chest gradually