In the past forty years, our country and our country have spread over three thousand miles of mountains and rivers. The phoenix pavilion and the dragon tower are connected to the sky, and the jade trees and their branches are used as smoke and radish. How many times have you ever seen war?
Every day since the expedition, I have been looking forward to the day when Benshi will return to the DPRK.
Once upon a time, I was full of passion and longed for the day when we could be like the champion Hou Huo Qubing, a wolf and a slave, and roam the battlefield in the boundless desert.
I fantasize about the day when I return to Chang'an with all my merits and glory. When that day comes, I will spread out my red makeup and marry you.
Whenever I dream back at midnight, I will imagine you slowly walking towards me in your wedding dress. I will gently lift your hijab and engrave you in my heart for the rest of my life.
This may be my only concern in my long military career.
When there is no war, I will always look to the east sky. The high wall of the city gate cannot block my gaze. Thousands of times, I look to Chang'an.
That is my hometown, and my beloved girl lives there, but now, I can only see it on the marching map, Chang'an on paper.
The sunset in the desert has a poignant and beautiful feeling that lasts forever. I really want to paint this scene for you to watch, but I only have a battle flag in my hand and no paintbrush.
The sound of the Qiang flute came from the top of the city. I asked my comrade next to me what the music was. He told me that it was called "Folding Willows". Yes, come to think of it, the riverside of Chang'an City is already covered with willow trees.
It's a pity that in this place far above the Yellow River, in a place of tens of thousands of miles, the spring breeze cannot blow through Yumen Pass.
The nights in the desert are bitingly cold. I used to be a teetotaler, but now I have learned to drink. I know you hate drinking. Don't worry, I will stop drinking when I return to Chang'an.
The wine made from the spring water in the oasis is clear and sweet. Whenever I pick up the wine bowl and see my shadow shining in the wine bowl, I always imagine it as your shadow. In this way, it is like It's you who's drinking with me.
Are you still standing on the hillside as always, waiting for news from the distance? I don't have any letters from swan geese or letters from carps.
Although spring is coming, don't wear too thin clothes. I'm worried that the cold moonlight will make you feel cold.
Every sunset here, I would look far into the distance, watching the layers of sand dunes with waves breaking, but I could never see all of this endless desert.
The bright moon in the sky is waxing and waning. I can hardly remember how long I have been here. I cannot see Chang'an. I can only hope that the sound of the Qiang flute can stretch thousands of miles and convey my melancholy to you.
Good night, my girl, the blue bird of longing will come to pick you up in your dreams.
The wind here blew up the yellow sand all over the sky, burying the dead Populus euphratica, just like burying the fallen comrades around me. Maybe one day, I will also sleep under the yellow sand.
You must not recognize me now. The wind outside the Great Wall has left ravines on my face. My skin has turned black and my hands are covered with calluses. I don’t know if I will hold your hand again. Will it sting you when you touch your hand?
After so many years, the comrades around him and the wishes they made finally withered in the yellow sand in the sky and became a desolate place.
When they were dying, they would always ask me to take care of their families. I agreed to all of them. Counting carefully, there were already hundreds of families that needed my care. But I couldn't even go back to my own home, so how could I take care of them? where are they?
Now I am already a captain. Maybe if I persist for a little longer, the war will be over soon. By then, I will be able to come back and marry you. Although I have not yet become a general, you will definitely not You think my official position is low.
The broken battle flag was planted on the red-stained yellow sand. After a battle, thousands of people fell asleep here forever. There are some of our own people and some of our enemies. During their lifetime, they each followed military orders and went through life and death. Now they can put aside their grudges and get along well.
The roaring war drums were beaten, and the big flag on the city head was cut down. Blood soaked the flag and dripped on the spear.
The armor on my body was pierced, and blood flowed continuously from my body, just like the practice wine I drank on the day of the expedition.
After forty years, the enemy's city was finally breached. This war is finally coming to an end. It's a pity...it's a pity that I can never come back, my girl.
I walked through the boundless darkness, and the world became farther and farther away from me. I crossed the riverside full of red flowers and walked across the stone bridge over the bottomless river. Someone asked me to drink this bowl of oblivion.
I told her, I don't want to forget, I want to see you again, I haven't seen you for forty years.
She didn't speak, and someone else led me away with a green lantern. From then on, I wandered in the netherworld.
On July 14th, don’t forget to pick me up when I return home, my girl.
The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and the slanting light penetrates the Zhuhu at dawn,
Last night, the west wind withered the green trees. I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world.
I weave every poem into a brocade book, hoping that the departing swans can convey my thoughts to you. But under the thousands of miles of sky in the west, where are you?
In Chang'an City, tens of thousands of people entered the city every day, but the troops that went out that day never came back. Since you left, I often look at the moon in a daze, because under this sky, this bright moon is the only thing that can see you and me at the same time.
The spring flowers bloom and fade, the autumn wind blows away the summer moon, and the winter snow falls one after another. In the blink of an eye, another year is here.
I always told you before that I hate people who drink the most, but now, I have learned to drink to drown my sorrows.
Entering my lovesickness gate, you know that my lovesickness is painful. Long lovesickness brings long memories of love, but short lovesickness brings endless longing. The pain of lovesickness is really unbearable.
I drank a cup of Chang'an Spring, hoping to extinguish my lovesickness, and then poured a cup into the river. You once told me that the source of this river is on the snow-capped mountains thousands of miles to the west. In this way, It's like drinking from the same river as you.
Every time I dream about it at midnight, the sound of broken geese coming from the clouds makes the west wind even colder. There is no way to get to Pengshan Mountain, and the bluebirds are eager to visit. Why, the blue bird can't bring me to you.
After waiting for a long time, people around me gradually forgot who I was waiting for. Wave after wave of people came to propose marriage, and I turned everyone away. When the matchmaker left, he asked me, the girl is like a flower and a jade, who is she staying for?
My wedding dress in this life is only reserved for one person.
Since then, I seem to have gotten used to being alone. I knew that I would never be able to endure the pain of lovesickness, so I got used to its existence. Because compared to such pain, I am more afraid that I will slowly forget you.
If I can keep you in my heart forever, then I am willing to endure all the torture that time has brought to me, no matter how many years.
In a blink of an eye, you have been gone for twenty years. I have moved away from the crowd and live alone in the countryside, because I don’t want to hear anyone call me “old girl” anymore.
I don't know how long I have to wait, but I know I will keep waiting.
If the years I spent with you require me to wait for the rest of my life as a price, I have no regrets at all.
I started to revisit the places we had walked.
Peonies in Luoyang City are still blooming all over the world, but the lady who was embroidering peonies on the flower house is no longer the same person. I think she is now married, and the flowers are the same every year. Every year is different.
It was misty rain in April in the south of the Yangtze River, except for Fangfei, who was all the way to Chang'an to take the exam. The wind rises from the foam of green pods, and among them, perhaps the future pillars of the country are hidden. If they can end the war as soon as possible in the court, then you can come back.
I saw another girl bid farewell to her husband at the ferry. From now on, he will be waiting for someone just like me.
When parting, the flowers were lingering and the moon was gentle. She shook off the catkins on her shoulders, pulled up her long hair, and kept it only for one person from now on.
There are thousands of long streets in the world, and people are bustling with them every day. I walk from place to place, but I can never find the direction where you are.
I walk alone and return alone. When I walk to the foot of Chang'an City again, I will still have hope. Maybe during these days when I am out, you have come back. As long as I walk into the house, you will appear. in front of me.
So I returned to my former home, and all I saw was a deep patch of grass and trees. The walls of the house were now covered with vines, and a whole flower wall had blossomed. The moss on the stone steps told me that you have never been back.
After drinking this year's Tusu wine, it has been forty years since you left me. I no longer fantasize that one day you will come back. During these forty years, even if you did not die in battle, you may not be able to escape the passage of time.
I began to force myself to accept the fact that I would never see you again for the rest of my life. It was like cutting my heart open and forcing this sentence into my heart.
If you have really returned to Jiuquan, can you come back and see me every year during the Ghost Festival? Or should I say, you are by my side now, but I can't touch you.
If this is the case, please blow out the candles on the table. I have forty years of words that I want to tell you.
At some point, their respective stories were noticed by the wandering storyteller. So, when the gavel stopped, he in the story was still looking eastward from the depths of the desert, and she in the story was still waiting.
It's a pity that the distance between them is too far, so far away that even stories passed down by word of mouth cannot be transmitted, and they have never heard each other's stories.
Time and distance are too cruel for mortals.
Therefore, everyone in this world has a yearning for cultivation. Immortal and immortal, I live as long as heaven and earth. I can travel thousands of miles with each passing day, and I can travel freely in the world.
There are no greater joys and sorrows in the world than this. Will this encounter that spanned forty years come to pass in this Zhongyuan?
