There is no one to say goodbye, because I am a returning guest,
The white snow falling on the river is the deepest desire in my heart,
The willow trees you planted sway in the cold wind
Every branch is your gentle arm.
I have returned home,
I hope I can enter your dreamland tonight.
The curling smoke,
Bring me the warmest fragrance,
OK! Open your carved doors and windows.
Where are you from?
This brings tears to my eyes,
A place where bamboo horses play,
Become a sea of sadness.
Not a traveler, but a return visit from an old friend.
Yun Ye's iron horse stood on the Ba Bridge with its spear across the bridge, its red cloak fluttering in the cold wind, shaking off a cluster of white snow from time to time. Wangcai wrapped his bellyband, put his head on the mare's neck under Yun Ye's crotch, and worked hard to
Biting the cloth bag around Yun Ye's waist. Zhuang Santing did not disturb Marquis Yun's poetry, and listened to Marquis mutter some unintelligible verses to himself. Goodbye Baqiao Yun Ye couldn't help but burst into tears,
Stroking the refracted branches of the willow tree, his heart ached like a knife, the suddenness of the parting, the uncertainty of reunion. Compared to this dreamlike world, he wanted to hear his wife's nagging and his son's noise. Now he is a dignified marquis.
, three thousand logistics sergeants listened to his orders, dismounted from their horses, took guns in their palms, and were covered in iron armor. They were majestic and majestic. They were more Lu Bu than Lu Bu, and they were more Zhao Yun than Zhao Yun. But who are they showing this to? If my wife were here, she would go crazy with excitement. Mobile phone
The group text has been sent countless times, and he will be asked to pose in countless poses and take countless photos. Everyone on the Internet knows that he will forward it. Without the admiring eyes of his son, all this is just a mirror and a night walk!
The army was marching under the Ba Bridge. Lao Niu smiled when he saw Yun Ye getting mad in the snow, and ignored him as he galloped past with his horse whipped up. No one could feel Yun Ye's sadness. The vast ancient road filled the sky.
The heavy snowfall and the willow branches with few leaves form a beautiful ancient painting. Why is there no roar of cars? Is this fucking Xi'an? The driver roared and cursed, the urban management waving wooden sticks, and there was a big sale in the store.
This is the scene that Yun Ye wants to see the most. There is no such thing as the loud voice of the Guanzhong people, nor the familiar local accent of opening and closing the mouth. Is this Xi'an?
"Informing the Marquis, the front army has arrived at the Zuowuwei camp. The general ordered the Marquis to urge the rear troops to rush back to the camp." The scout's voice interrupted Yun Ye's random thoughts. Lao Cheng was worried that it would be dark before dark.
Without reaching the main camp, the snow became heavier and heavier.
"Zhuang San, stop, give the order, don't worry about the formation, put away the armor, five people per car, march quickly."
Zhuang Santing made a loud promise and turned around to convey the order. Fifty veterans who had reached the service period became Yun Ye's family generals. Although they were a little old, they had experienced hundreds of battles with Lao Cheng, and it was a complete battle for the rest of their lives. Lao Cheng
Concerned that Yun Ye wanted to reorganize his family, he specially selected fifty warriors for him. These veterans also knew Yun Ye's situation. It only took eight months to go from nothing to the Marquis of Lantian County, and he was only fifteen years old.
He is also full of knowledge, has incredible abilities, and is kind-hearted. Who else would I follow a master like this? If I don’t take advantage of the young age of the Marquis to join the mansion, why wait? Once he becomes the descendant of the Yun Mansion, he will have no worries for three generations.
Live your life.
Yun Ye looked at the fifty veterans. Some of them had gray hair. The general had gray hair and his husband was in tears. However, none of these veterans shed tears. Instead, they were full of murderous intent. They had long been trained to look heartless in the military camp.
The body of the hob. You can't fool me anymore, otherwise you will become a thief. Just now I said we are going home, and these killers screamed with excitement. If you tell them to build a house for each of them, they will not be excited.
convulsions?
The city wall of Chang'an is like a crouching beast in the heavy snow. It stretches for dozens of miles in darkness. The seven-story-high wall is extremely majestic. The Tang-character flag is blown by the wind. In this snow-covered world
It looks particularly eye-catching.
The force of returning home was so powerful that the wheels spun wildly on the snow, the ox carts were driven like horse-drawn carriages, and the horse-drawn carriages were driven like cars. Hundreds of carts all arrived at Zuowuwei Camp after an hour. The camp was at
On the right side of the Jinguang Gate of Chang'an City, close to the West Market, backed by the city wall and facing Bashui, it covers an area of more than 200 acres. It is surrounded by low walls made of adobe and densely covered with arrow towers and watchtowers, forming a tight military fortress.
Yun Ye and his soldiers pressed behind and finally arrived at the camp. It was already dark. There were many people gathered at the entrance of the Zuowuwei camp, mostly women. Cheng Pei was pulling Cheng Chu to talk silently.
Xiao Cheng scratched his head and felt uncomfortable all over. Mrs. Yun opened the car curtain and looked eagerly at the endless motorcade in front of her regardless of the heavy snow. Da Ya and Xiao Ya stood on the carriage frame, holding an umbrella, and stood on tiptoes.
Look. A woman in her thirties kept pushing Xiao Nan into the carriage, which caused Xiao Nan's dissatisfaction. After many days of nursing, her little face finally had the fatness of a toddler.
From a distance, Cheng Chumo saw the huge Yun-character flag flying on Zhuang San's horse, and loudly said to Old Madam Yun: "Old Madam, Xiaoye is back." The old Madam was trembling all over and was helped down by the woman next to her.
carriage.
Horse hooves roared, and more than fifty riders came galloping with snowflakes. Yun Ye saw the crowd in front of the camp, slowed down his horse, came closer, turned over and dismounted, took off his helmet, and quickly came to a gray-haired man.
In front of the woman, there was no need to guess or think. Maybe it was a natural blood relationship. He recognized the old woman in front of him at a glance as his real ancestor. He imagined various meeting scenes, sad, happy, exciting, only
I never expected to see the person I wanted to see the most in the heavy snow. There was no passion, no sadness, only a touch of joy. I looked at the old woman in front of me with a smile and bowed down: "Grandma, my grandson is back.
"Like a wanderer returning home.
The old woman held Yun Ye's face and said over and over again: "Yes, my grandson is back. Yes, my grandson is back." Embracing the old woman's aging body, Yun Ye's heart never stopped.
It has never been so peaceful.
"It's snowing too much outside, you should get back in the carriage," he said, picking up the old woman and walking towards the carriage. The old woman felt her grandson's strong and strong arms, and the infinite worries in her heart instantly disappeared without a trace.
.
"Da Ya Xiao Ya? Xiao Nan? Big brother has brought you gifts from Longyou. After big brother has handed over the military order, we will go home together. I guarantee you will like it."
After comforting the three little girls, he looked back at the woman and said, "I wonder which of Yun Ye's elders you are, please allow me to see you."
"She is your aunt," the old woman introduced beside her.
"It turns out it's my aunt. My nephew is so polite." The woman returned the courtesy quickly, and it was obvious that she was a little restrained.
"Ask my aunt to take good care of my grandmother and three younger sisters. You are not allowed to enter the military camp. We will wait until my nephew returns the military order before we can renew our friendship."
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