The north wind blows, and the yellow sand rolls into the sky, almost covering up the setting sun.
The sound of horses honked. On the edge of the clear Zheng Canal, hundreds of pack horses lowered their heads to drink water. Occasionally, some horses raised their heads and neighed toward the sky.
Su Lu looked at the flooded bridge deck and said: "If you pass on the order, just go from here and cross the river one by one."
The messenger went off in response, and soon the team started moving. The guards went first, tested the depth of the water and the width of the bridge, and after setting up road signs, the packhorses and carts followed suit.
As cars and horses passed by, the river gradually became turbid, and the position of the bridge gradually became unclear.
Tudun'er asked for instructions and said: "Captain, let's go over there. It will get dark later and the river will get colder."
Su Lu nodded, took off his boots, rolled up his trousers, and waded directly across the river.
The water in the river was cold, as if it was late autumn, and the chill was almost piercing the bone marrow. The wind blew through the water and blew on Su Lu's calves, as if it was cutting with a knife.
Su Lu couldn't help but think of an ancient poem he had memorized, Wang Changling's Song of the Past.
Drinking horses cross the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife.
The sun has not gone down on Pingsha, and we can see Lintao dimly.
During the Great Wall Battle in the past, Xianyan was in high spirits.
The yellow dust is enough for the present and the past, and the white bones are a mess of wormwood.
The little Niba next to him asked Su Lu excitedly: "Sir, how do you pronounce the first two sentences? Does it sound very touching?"
Su Lu looked at Little Niba and said casually: "Drinking horses across the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife."
"Wasn't it the river where we spent this autumn after drinking from the horse? The water is freezing cold and the wind is as sharp as a knife."
Little Niba nodded and said in agreement: "Sir, you are really knowledgeable. When I was a beggar, I didn't have enough to eat or wear in the winter. If the wind blew on my face, it would really feel like a knife cutting my face.
a feeling of."
"Drinking horses cross the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife."
Little Niba jumped out of the water and landed on the opposite bank, shouting a few words excitedly.
The team passed Zhengqu and continued to move forward. Not long after walking, the sound of intensive horse hooves was heard in front of them.
The two scouts rode up to Su Lu and pulled the reins. The horse neighed and he stood up.
"Report, sir, Beizheng Camp has sent Commander Zhao Pu of the Dingxiang Army to greet us. They have arrived at the foot of Lintao Mountain."
Su Lu nodded: "Okay, you report back to Commander Zhao Pu, and we will camp at the foot of Lintao Mountain today."
The scouts responded and went.
Su Lu also sent the order, and the team speeded up and arrived at Lintao Mountain before dark.
Little Niba didn't know whether he was born with a fondness for poetry, or was just confused. He kept repeating the two lines of poetry that Su Lu read over and over again along the way.
"Drinking horses across the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife. The sun has not disappeared on the flat sand, and I can see Lintao dimly."
"Good poetry, good poetry."
A hearty and majestic voice sounded from the front, and a group of guards came on horseback, wearing silver armor and phoenix wings. The leader was none other than Zhao Pu, the commander of the Dingxiang Army.
"Who wrote this poem? Captain Su, please recommend it to me."
Before Zhao Pu arrived, the voice had already reached his ears.
Su Lu patted the grain bag under his butt and called Zhao Pu: "Captain Zhao, here."
When Zhao Pu saw Su Lu, he rode over with an eager expression on his face: "Captain Su, please introduce me to the person who just recited the poem. I will thank you very much."
Little Niba sitting on the shaft of the car was stunned.
Su Lu smiled and pointed at Xiaoniba: "Captain Zhao, this is the master of poetry."
Zhao Pu was stunned for a moment, but he obviously did not look down on Xiao Niba's young age, and respectfully saluted Xiao Niba with clasped fists:
"Little brother, great talent, could you recite the two lines of the poem you just recited? Zhao felt that his heart resonated with it and he couldn't control himself."
"Drinking a horse through the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife?"
Little Niba looked at Zhao Pu doubtfully. What he had just read was these two sentences. He thought it was very good. Now Zhao Pu praised him, and Xiao Niba was also very happy. His poems are indeed very good. He is the only scholar in Beiyang these years.
Not for nothing.
Zhao Pu's eyes lit up and he urged: "Yes, that's it. Are there any more after that?"
Little Niba shook his head. He remembered these two sentences. The second sentence was too long, so he didn't remember it, and it was impossible to recite it.
Zhao Pu was anxious: "Little brother, this poem has a very good artistic conception. It must be you who can do this poem. Zhao Pu is willing to recite it on your behalf so that this famous poet can be famous in the Han Dynasty."
"No, not only the Han Dynasty, but these four sentences can also leave a name in the poetry world, and the name will be passed down through the ages."
"Little brother, if you can't do the remaining half, the chance of this name being passed down through the ages will be gone."
Zhao Pu looked pityful.
Little Niba pointed at Su Lu: "This poem was written by my elder. He has already finished it. I just heard him read eight lines. It is quite long."
When Zhao Pu heard this, his eyes suddenly turned to Su Lu, his expression was full of resentment, as if it was made by you.
"Su Duwei, please recite the following poem again to open my eyes. Don't worry, if anything happens to Beizheng Camp in the future, you can come to me to help you sort it out."
Su Lu waved his hands casually and said:
"This is not something I did, it was something a senior did. I will just recite it to you."
Su Lu read the poem again, and Zhao Pu's eyes became as bright as light bulbs. Looking at Su Lu was like looking at a rare giant panda:
"Captain Su, your senior, are you in the army now?"
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Su Lu to deny, he just said:
"Drinking horses across the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife. If my guess is correct, you must have just crossed the Zheng Canal. How about it, is the water cold?"
"The sun has not gone down on Pingsha, so we can see Lintao dimly. On my way here just now, the north wind blew up yellow sand all over the sky, almost burying the sun. Well, we will camp at the foot of Lintao Mountain tonight."
"This section of the Great Wall was built during the Western Han Dynasty. It had great achievements in fighting the Huns. The yellow sand on the ground should be the same as the yellow sand a thousand years ago."
Zhao Pu, who was riding on the horse, had an unfinished expression on his face, and he looked like a foodie chewing on pig's trotters. He was extremely satisfied.
"This senior poet is you Su Duwei, right?"
Zhao Pu looked directly at Su Lu, and without waiting for Su Lu's reply, he jumped up on his horse and spoke in a high-pitched voice.
"Drinking horses across the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife..."
The sound of horse hoofbeats surrounds the sound of poetry reciting in the distance. The sound is melodious and makes people think.
At the foot of Lintao Mountain, a camp was set up, with carts forming a formation, surrounding the unloaded grain and pack horses. The guards all relied on the formation to build their own sleeping dens.
Next to a fire, Zhao Pu looked at Su Lu and shook his head repeatedly with a look of confusion on his face: "This is a good poem. If it is spread out, it will only increase your reputation. Su Duwei, you are still hiding it. It is too unethical."
Already."
"Let me tell you, Brother Su, if this poem reaches the capital, you will definitely become a confidant of our veteran generals on the battlefield. When I read this poem to my grandpa later, he will definitely do whatever you ask him to do, including mountains of swords and seas of fire."
"shameless."
Su Lu said with a smile.
Zhao Pu had a look of displeasure on his face: "I'm just a veteran in the battlefield, but I'm much better than you, a guy who wrote a poem but didn't dare to recognize it."
"Hey, Brother Su, don't tell me, this poem is really to my taste. I came to Xuanfu Jiedufu to serve as a soldier. This time I made a lot of money. I listened to two poems in a row. I am so happy.
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"In the morning, we set out to conquer Duo, and we travel to mourn our hometown..."
In Zhao Pu's duck-like reciting voice, Su Lu was confused. This is another poem that makes you a lot of money...