1. Lonely smoke in the desert, sunset in the long river
The man took Wu Gou, aimed at fifty states in Guanshan, and spread the flag in Chang 'an, first frost for ten years.
Sparse, the ancient battlefield is falling vivid smoke and dust. Whenever the sun sets, the endless desert is red by the huge sun.
At this time, the general will ride a light black BMW and run for hundreds of miles. Although the general is spying on the enemy, he feels aimless. When he is exhausted, the general will always kneel on the sand and overlook the sunset, and the lonely goose will return to the south. The general looked at the direction of his beloved's marriage, and his heart was lonely and his tears were gone.
Generals often feel heartbroken and tired at this time, but the general's tenacious heart still prays that Yi Rong can be all right in an aggressive tribe and always be so kind and beautiful.
Whenever it gets dark, countless flames jump in the barracks, brightly lit, and the generals will go back to the camp through the frost everywhere. This day coincides with Hu Ri in August, the sky is full of snowflakes, and the night in Saibei becomes particularly cold.
Many soldiers were injured because of this, and the soldiers knew that it was easy for the enemy to sneak attack in this weather. The conference semifinals are like cunning foxes, and the chance of sneak attack will not be easily missed.
The general looked at his soldiers in thin clothes but heavily guarded, and his hanging heart relaxed a little, but there was still a faint worry, because the general was responsible for the lives of thousands of his soldiers and the security of the national border.
Most of the 3,000 elite soldiers under General Yang Yan are children of Jiangnan's hometown, so the general cherishes these soldiers all the more. Seeing that the winter is coming, if the court's military supplies can be delivered to the barracks on time, his soldiers will not suffer from body cold again.
The general tried to pull the bowstring in the middle of the night, and he couldn't help recalling the scene when the enemy attacked the barracks ten days ago. That night, the heavy snow blocked Mobei. It was a dead night. Dark clouds covered the moon, and some soldiers found a white cloud floating in the depths of the grassland in the distance. The mysterious cloud is moving fast and getting closer.
Hundreds of meters away from the barracks, the night patrol soldiers discovered that they were all conference semifinals wearing white robes and holding machetes. The high vigilance and courage of the soldiers made the enemy run away after abandoning more than 300 bodies.
General Yang Yan wanted to lead the light cavalry in pursuit, but the heavy snow covered the bow and arrow, hardened the armor and covered the cold light of the weapon. However, the night gave the enemy soldiers a chance to escape. This small-scale battle killed more than 30 soldiers under the general and injured more than 60 people. The general looked at the soldiers who groaned in pain every night, and his heart was mixed.
From the beginning of his expedition three years ago, the general felt that he had carried too much, including the safety of the soldiers who were as close as brothers, the peace of the border of the motherland, and the lover who was waiting silently in his heart.
The most terrible thing is that the dark night lurks a murder step by step. From ancient times to the present, most of the soldiers guarding the border pass have narrowly escaped death. Yang Yan cherishes soldiers, and can let everyone eat meals in his hometown on holidays.
Yang Yan knew that he was no longer the fragile and pampered son. On the contrary, he has become a pillar that the country can rely on and a general that soldiers can entrust their lives with.
Outside the account, the night in Saibei is still dark and the air is particularly cold. At this time, on the ninth day of September, the weather in Mobei was frighteningly cold.
The general's memory stays a few years ago.
Recalling Jiangnan, the spring breeze is ten miles behind you, and the canoe is swaying. The most beautiful place in the world is meeting.
At that time, Yi Rong also came to Wuting Lake for sightseeing. She came to Guangling a few years ago. Soon, she became an out-and-out Jiangnan girl. She discovered that she was born in Luoyang, which is actually more suitable for this land in Jiangnan. Yi Rong has a wish to draw the most exquisite paintings for Guangling at the most beautiful time.
On weekdays, Yi Rong likes to learn painting. As a teacher since childhood, he is naturally good at painting. Yi Rong painted landscapes, pavilions and portraits. Yi Rong thinks that the most pleasant moment in life is sitting under the willow tree by the lake on a sunny afternoon, because it is not only a passion for painting, but also a kind of enjoyment of life. In such a pleasant place, Yi Rong can sometimes indulge in it all day.
An hour later, Yi Rong's painting was finished. The whole painting is elegant and smart. At the moment when Yi Rong put down the pen, the lively Xuan son jumped up with envy.
The painting has been finished, but Yi Rong and Xuan Er are in trouble. Unfortunately, Yang Yan also passed by here, perhaps with a special liking or a special interest. Yang Yan looked at Yi Rong's painting for a while and said, "This girl is clever as ice and snow. This painting not only looks vast, but also depicts every specific detail vividly. Through a girl's painting, you can see the streets of Guangling.
At this time, Xuaner said: "This childe's comments are quite reasonable. Anyway, when Xuan Er saw the young lady's painting, she felt that she was traveling in it. " "The girl is right. I think the same as Xia Xia. " Yang Yan said at a side. Yi Rong Xianting said with a smile: "I have loved painting since I was a child, and I always have regrets when I draw it. It's just that my ci skills are not very good. Others say that I draw well, but how can a painting be considered a good painting without a good inscription? " Yi Rong put down his brush and said thoughtfully, "The son of Xie Lingyun in the previous dynasty had a good word, and the wild sand shore was quiet, and the sky was Gao Yueming.
Every time I meditate on this poem, I feel that the artistic conception is beautiful. It's a pity that the poem is late, and this young lady has no friends like Xie Gongzi in her life. Otherwise, I really asked for teaching and regretted this life. "Art let said these words with a sigh.
Seeing this, Yang Yan bowed to the two girls. He thought for a moment and said, "The girl and I are immersed in the beautiful scenery of Guangling. I think they all have different meanings to this beautiful scenery. Isn't this a fate? " If the two girls don't dislike me, I am willing to write an inscription for the girl's masterpiece. Yi Rong put her hand over her hair, which was blown away by the wind, and looked back at Yang Yan. "。 She found the bearer personable and charming, and thought his talent was extraordinary. She nodded at Yang Yan's inscription, and Xuaner smiled and said to Yang Yan, "I said, big childe, if you continue to be Marten, our lady may let you go, but I will teach you a lesson for her. "
Yang Yan chuckled, picked up a pen and wrote a five-character poem in the margin of the corner. This poem is lively, beautiful, gentle, powerful and fresh. The brushwork is flowing and vigorous. Yi Rong thinks that Yang Yan's amazing ci works are really rare at present, and that this childe must be a scholarly family, otherwise, how can poetry and lyrics be so good, and he has a feeling of admiration in his heart.
Yi Rong said, "Thank you for your inscription on this lady's poor book. Meeting by chance today is a kind of fate. I want to know your name? " Xuaner interjected: "Xuaner understands, miss, this is interesting for his son." "I said this childe, and my young lady said so. The childe is really blessed." Xuan son turned to look at the present childe, pursed mouth, said angrily.
How can there be more beautiful scenery in this world than Jiangnan? Unfortunately, the heart is not complete, and a book of imperial edicts is far away in Mobei.
Guangling has not only the most beautiful mountains and rivers in the world, but also the moonlit night that countless people with lofty ideals yearn for. The faint moonlight, like gauze, covers the 24 th Bridge and the river, and the bright moon reflects the bridge, which is natural and romantic.
Yi Rong fell in love with Yang Yan's understanding of books, his extraordinary speech and his kindness to others. Yang Yan at this time, as Yi Rong said, no matter how bad his mood was, his heart immediately became happy after seeing him.
In a beautiful scenery, everyone feels that they have met the most beautiful partner in this life and met their intimate friends who can last forever in this life.
On the day when I learned the news, it was raining in Mao Mao, and the raindrops in front of the eaves fell to the ground like pearls. Tall willows loom behind the eaves, because they are shrouded in smoky fog. Swallows flying in the distance flapped their heads and wings under the eaves, knocked off the rain and plunged into it. The flowers in the yard have become more delicate and charming after such gentle rain.
What a beautiful picture this is. If it was once upon a time, Yi Rong and Xuan Er would have prepared pen and ink in the hall and presented lyrics and paintings for Misty Rain in the South of the Yangtze River. From then on, Yi Rong thought that the most beautiful scenery in the world was the rain in the south of the Yangtze River and the Wu Ting Bridge where she first met her lover.
Today, however, Yi Rong feels that there are tears in God's eyes and blood in his heart.
Yi Rong walked into the rain curtain, and smooth raindrops slid down Princess Yi Rong's beautiful cheek. Yes, the rain in my hometown is still so warm and refreshing, but Yi Rong knows that this feeling will only appear in her dreams in the future. Thought of here, Yi Rong's eyes shed crystal tears, giving up his boudoir, his relatives and everything in his hometown. "Miss, change your clothes quickly, or you will catch cold." Xuan son shouted to Yi Rong at the door of the house.
However, Xuan's voice was drowned by the sound of raindrops. Seeing that what she said was not heard by the young lady, Xuan Er came and stood beside Yi Rong. Xuan son know miss sad, but don't know what to say, can only stand on one side. Their hair was wet by the rain, and Yi Rong knew it was necessary to say goodbye anyway.
Two days later, the weather improved. There are white clouds floating in the sky, and the sky is open and magnanimous, with white clouds and blue sky accounting for half. The fragrance of the earth is everywhere in Guangling City, which is refreshing after the rain.
When she got married, she closed the boudoir, bid farewell to Xuaner, the servant girl who had served her for several years, and looked at the water dripping from the eaves and the flower buds exposed in the yard after the rain. Her heart was broken, but she went her own way, and every step was so careful and reluctant. After crossing the corridor with red columns in the garden, she opened the birdcage and set herself free. Yi Rong felt his cheeks full of tears at the thought that he was going to say goodbye to all this.
The motorcade arrived at the gate of Guangling, and her parents followed to bid farewell. Yi Rong just hugged her mother and said goodbye. She ignored her cruel father from beginning to end, because she felt that such a father was worse than nothing. When the motorcade was gone, Yi Rong pulled open the curtain of the carriage and poked his head out to see the road. She found that her father was just a thin old man, vulnerable in the wind. You know, my father used to be.
The team that escorted Princess Yi Rong to a certain department trudged through Wan Li, crossed the surging Yellow River and finally reached the bank of Yimin River. There is no bustling city here, and there are large grasslands and white sheep in Wan Li. Princess Yi Rong got out of the carriage and looked at the clear water of Yimin River, knowing that she would arrive at her destination soon. Looking at the eagle flying in the sky, Princess Yi Rong dried her tears. She knew that her heart would fly to the grassland like this eagle.
So, Princess Yi Rong stroked the homing pigeon that she took with her all the way, looked back at the way she came for the last time, and threw it into the air. The dove drew a beautiful arc in the sky, took the princess's words to Yang, and flew to the beautiful Guangling and the Twenty-four Bridge, cutting off her thoughts and the last connection with her motherland.
Jiuzhou study room? collection of stories