When the swallow comes, the pear blossom is behind the Qingming Festival, and it is appropriate to sacrifice today.

(Deeply mourn the martyrs and deceased compatriots)

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Ansan herds horses, Su Wu shepherds sheep, and the sons of the two old men are staggered between heaven and earth, drawing mountains and rivers as a chessboard.

Shang Jun, who was far away in Xianyang City, held the black letter and said with a smile: "The first hand is invincible?"

One word fell to Chang'an.

Hundreds of wind and rain buildings and saucers fell on the world, each going to Mobei, Dragon and Tiger, the old Tang Chang'an, the old Shu Huayang, and dozens of other directions, the people connected, and the things they did were different.

The person who was once called the word "Kui" by the first emperor, Ning Shanyue stood in Mobei to perform martial arts, and there were 500 soldiers beside him, all of whom were young veterans of a hundred battles, with both experience and experience in a hundred battles, as well as the physical strength and resilience of young people.

For them, Ning Shanyue is unreservedly poured. King Qin once asked with a smile: "Chongtian, do you exchange a battalion for one of your men, can you exchange it?"

Ning Shanyue, who is heavy on the sky, said without hesitation: "If you don't add a lonely word, there will not be one hundred people." ”

King Qin is not angry at all for such arrogant words, Ning Shanyue does not often speak, but he must do what he says, whether it is in the temple or in the rivers and lakes, there are words: "A heavy mountain determines the world."

King Qin Shuluo's tea made directly his nose and asked: "If it's lonely, lone needs to be protected." ”

Ning Shanyue just said lightly: "Then the king can only wait, and we will die after we die in battle." ”

Today's Qingming, the sky is drizzling, and the king of Qin ascends the altar and worships the heroes from afar.

During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and there was a small bowl at the door of each house on the side of the road, and there were three incense sticks next to the bowl, and there was yellow paper in the bowl that had not been burned out, which was vaguely on both sides of the road.

Bai Xiao walked on the road, looking at the sacrifices like long lamps, mourning in his heart.

There was a light rain in the sky, falling on the bluestone path, which made the eyes of countless people moisten a little. After the Qingming rain, the young trees on both sides of the path also began to grow thin branches, which is not only to commemorate the dead soul, but also to nourish the new life.

At the end of the road, there was an old woman with crutches and thin clothes, and the road under her feet became more and more slippery due to the drizzle, and she almost fell.

Qingyang hurriedly went over to help the old man, who was blind, and kept turning around and saying, "Thank you, thank you." ”

Qingyang helped the old man walk forward slowly and asked, "Mother-in-law, where are you going?" ”

The corners of the old woman's wrinkled mouth hooked up a smile, and her hands groped for Qingyang's head, touched it, and said, "Whose child, as soon as you hear the voice, you will know that you will definitely be a handsome young man in two days." ”

Qingyang and the old woman slowly moved forward, Bai Xiao followed behind the two from afar, Bai Xiao was rarely sad when he grew up, more angry, but he was most afraid of seeing such a scene, he was not very old, and there lived a soul that was a little too mature, but this soul was very young, and he would be sad and sad from time to time.

I don't know if there is no one to worship incense in the two small family tombs under the sacred tree of Langshan, and whether the stack of yellow paper on the stone has been beaten by the wind and rain and turned out of shape.

Whether the souls of the mother and grandmother are well, and whether they are happy in another world.

Bai Xiao used to be a big child, and now he is an adult, but he still has a lot of things to say to his mother, even if no one answers, his mother can listen to it.

Under the sacred tree of Langshan, a very handsome young Taoist wearing a green robe and a lotus crown stood in front of the tomb.

The two small tombs are not big, they were all dug by Bai Xiao when he was a child, and the stones piled up on them were also collected from the five mountains and three mountains with great effort, and they were built here little by little.

Qinglian knelt in front of the grave and put on her sister's favorite red bean cake and a bowl of porridge and side dishes.

Qingsu is elegant, this is Qinglian's deepest memory of her sister.

The breeze hit the sacred tree, the leaves swayed, Qinglian said with a little choked: "Sister, Aunt Jing, Xiaoxiao has grown up, she is very sensible, and like her sister, she loves to fight unevenly." After you left, my father was trapped in the world, and I heard that I also saw Xiaoxiao, I don't know if I talked to him about you. ”

Five Elements Sword Sect, Five Elements of Heaven and Earth, Gold, Wood, Water, Fire and Earth, Aoki, Baixi, Jingyuan, Blazing Valley.

Streams, abysses, canyons, only the word wood means the most, the potential of the word Aoki is the highest, the Five Elements Sword Sect is mentioned in the world, and the most discussed is the highest sword intent, the most beautiful posture, and Yan Jian is the first Baixi in the world.

A flash of Jiazi has passed, the green wood of the past is now a green lotus, and the white stream has turned into a flowing stream, winding away.

Qinglian, who is known as a person among the immortals, is also a human after all, even if she occasionally cries out loud once or twice, it is not unexpected.

The holy slaughter is white in the sky, today the world is clear, every family points to Kong Ming to commemorate the departure, looking down, like ten thousand stars.

Led by Mingyang, the holy king of yin and yang, the hundred schools of thought picked up several death stars and threw them into the distance, turning into meteors on rainy nights.

Bai Cangqi lit a white wax lamp outside the door of the house, and when he fought in the past, it was often difficult to return home once for several months, and his wife would light a small candle at the door every day. When asked again, my wife said cutely, "The night is so dark, what if I can't find my way home?" ”

Every time I think about it, it feels like it was yesterday.

On the day of Qingming, the ghost gate opened, and the thousands of ghost soldiers carried by the human slaughter came out of their bodies one by one, standing on the ground, looking at the general.

Tu Sheng Bai Cangqi said: "Long Ji, Yingbu, Xu Chu, the three of you lead the brothers home to have a look, don't frolic, don't disturb the world, don't disturb the ghosts, go back to the sky before sunset." ”

All the troops received the order, and thousands of soul shadows left neatly, and only one person sat down, saying: "One day in the world, several years in the sky, I still like to breathe outside the sky, so I won't go home to join in the fun." ”

Bai Cangqi patted the shoulder of the former general Long Ji, and in the battle of Guanze, Long Ji's family of five was wiped out, and he wanted to go home, but he couldn't bear to go home.

Long He looked at the candle outside the door, and realized that the general was also homesick.

Qingyang chatted with the old woman all the way, only to know that the old woman's surname was Liu, and the neighbors around her called her Liu, and she went to the cemetery today to go to the grave for her husband and son

The cemetery was not far away, but the three of them still walked for most of the hour. Along the way, Liu's mother-in-law stopped and stopped, although she was blind, she could still recognize a coarse locust and a begonia tree, and said those old things in a gentle voice.

The cemetery is not large, and there are dozens of small graves left alone.

Liu's mother-in-law walked to the depths of the cemetery, and where she was buried was the first to go.

Several pear trees were planted on both sides of the cemetery, and the pear blossoms gradually fell and floated on the tomb.

Liu's mother-in-law suddenly stopped, groped with both hands to find a tombstone, and wiped the tombstone inscription with her cuffs.

His loving father, Liu Ceyuan, died at the age of 37 and died in battle.

His beloved son, Liu Chengpeng, died at the age of 17 and died in battle.