(a)

In the most desolate grasslands, with the howls of the wolves, you gallop north day and night, farther and farther away from the Han land. Each and every one of you is very tired, and more than half of the soldiers have been wounded to varying degrees. However, you have endured all kinds of hardships and hardships, supported by tenacious willpower, and have moved forward all the way.

As you get closer to the edge of the grassland, you see snow-capped mountains in the distance.

From the thick night to the early morning of dawn, the majestic snow-capped mountains are getting taller and taller in front of you.

You're galloping, listening to the wind whistling in your ears. You feel the coolness in the air. The coolness is seeping into your body from all directions. You feel the chill gradually rise up inside your body, enveloping your internal organs, making your heart heavier and heavier, and all your extremities getting colder.

(b)

Rest in place in the grass.

The soldiers were so tired that they fell to the ground in twos and threes, panting and unable to move.

You also had some unsteady steps when you dismounted.

You let go of the reins and sit down on the stones on the ground and rest for a while.

You take the jug from the guard. You take a sip. Within a second, you're vomiting violently. You vomit until your whole body goes limp, and you almost collapse.

Wu Shun and a few soldiers came over to help you. But you signal no.

You push away the soldiers who want to help you. You sit on the stone again and rest for a while. You struggle to straighten up. With difficulty, you get back on your horse and continue to ride on.

Wu Shun galloped from behind, and he rode his horse to follow closely by your side.

(c)

The sun is out. It shines on the snow-capped mountains, dyeing the peaks of the snow-capped mountains a brilliant golden color in an instant.

You look at this dazzling gold. You suddenly lose your sense of direction and balance.

You feel Wu Shun approaching, and just as your fingers slip off the reins, he grabs your arm hard.

That golden swath swirls around you, filling all the space up, down, left, right, front and back. You fall backwards involuntarily.

(iv)

Intense dizziness.

When you come back to your senses, you find yourself sitting on the ground against a wooden post. The pillars were covered with cobwebs, and dust fell from the black-gray beams of the house from the heights.

Opposite you, there is a mutilated idol. Your vision is blurred, and you can't see the face of the god clearly.

You do your best to push the thick black out of your head.

You realize that you are surrounded by people.

Your name is Wu Shun. You hear his voice.

Wu Shun said: "I'm here." I'm here. ”

Say, "Call all the people out." ”

(5)

You feel the space around you open up a little bit.

You hear the crumbling of the crumbling wooden door.

You can't keep your body straight anymore, you slip to the side, and you fall to the ground.

The whole space spun rapidly again. You feel like you're going to be torn apart in this rapid whirlwind. You want to reach out and grab something to hold you in place, but you can't tell where you're going, you can't see anything clearly, you can't grasp anything around you.

There's something to grab your hand. You subconsciously grasp it. After a while, you realize that it was Wu Shun holding your hand.

You try to let go of his hand. You say, "You go out too." ”

Wu Shun said, "Let me stay with you." ”

You say, "You are not allowed to come in." ”

(f)

Wu Shun stood in front of the crumbling wooden door.

He listened to any sound coming from the wooden door. But there was no sound in the wooden door. Minutes and seconds passed, and there was no sound coming from the wooden door.

Wu Shun walked around anxiously. He couldn't control himself, he could only walk back and forth in the doorway.

The soldiers sat a little farther away from the wooden door, watching him walk around like this.

Wu Shun felt the gaze around him. He stood still.

Among all the people, only Wu Shun knows what you are experiencing behind the wooden door. But how can he help you? In the wilderness, there is no medical treatment, and he can't even provide you with a sip of warm water. The kind of torture that he couldn't help was pressed heavily in his heart.

He clenched his fists and forced himself back to reality.

He said to the soldiers, "The commander is tired. Let's rest in place, let him rest for a while. ”

Wu Shun held his saber and sat down on the broken long stone steps in front of the wooden door.

He guards you, waits for you, and accompanies you.

In your life, you saved his life, you gave him a new life, and he spent all this new life on this thing: being loyal to you and guarding you.

(g)

Wu Shun waited outside the door. You're also waiting inside the door.

You fall on your back on the dusty ground, in an irresistible weightless palpitation, waiting for the world to spin and stop.

You struggle to think about the good things in life, resisting the twisting and disintegration of the entire nervous system.

You try your best to think about all the warmth in your life.

You grab the leg of the dilapidated table, and you hold on to it hard. You didn't make a sound. You clung to it so hard that you left five fingers deep dents on it.

That's it, I don't know how long it has been. The world is finally back at peace. The universe has reappeared in all directions. The wooden beams of the small ruined temple returned to the top of the house, and the earth returned to beneath him. You're back to yourself, too.

You slowly let go of your grip on the leg of the table. You're lying there sweaty. You look at the wooden beam overhead, and watch it sway from side to side, getting smaller and smaller, and finally it is fixed.

You close your eyes, lie there, and can't move.

You know that you should work hard to get up, you should call Wu Shun in, you should end your rest and lead the team to start again. You know that every minute of delay on the prairie increases the danger of being found besieged, and it can be the difference between life and death. But you don't have any strength left. You don't even have the strength to move your lips. You can only lie there and wait for the life force to come back to you.

You've thought of me. Just when you lost all your strength, you thought of me. Or rather, I, appear in your heart. You remember our conversation when we parted. You say, no matter what, you'll come back. And I said, no matter what happens, I will be with you.

That day, you were lying alone in a strange land, lying in the cold dust, thinking of me. I think of the night I was born, of the mournful trombone of my aunt in my room when my mother was dying, of my face flushed when I was an infant, of my eyes when I hung on a cliff and looked up at you, of you as I waited in the courtyard with a lantern and hurried back.

You think of us sitting together on the highest ridge of the mansion, looking down on the red dust below. You think of us riding horses together, meditating on each other, and you think of me saying that when you close your eyes, you can see the unquenchable light in your heart more clearly. You remember that I hit the center of the target with one arrow. You think of the light of hatred in my eyes when I broke free from my father and tried to shoot my eldest brother. Remembering that I stood up to greet you, I quietly hid my injured right hand behind me.

You thought about me silently until tears filled your sockets in your closed eyes.

As a line of tears slides down your cheeks, you feel all your guts gradually warm. You feel the limbs coming back into your control. You slowly try to lift your arm. You slowly raise your arm. You wiped that line of tears away.

(viii)

If we really love someone, how can we sit back and watch him be swallowed up by disease and death and not rise up and do something? How can you be willing to watch a life fall helplessly like this, powerless? I don't know what your attitude is. But I can't do it. I can't. Can't do it.

But, at the same time, how can we ignore so many other lives, sinking into the same suffering, and remain indifferent? How can we still be involved in making it?

Over the course of my life, I have often been torn apart by such contradictory feelings of right and wrong. I feel the pain of my soul because of this.

All these pains, these unanswered questions, all these deep confusions, they are buried deep in the deepest depths of the unconscious.

In the process of passing through life and death, all the love and hatred, all the joys and sorrows, all the relatives and friends, and even the body itself have been left in the dreams of the past life, and only these marks have been brought over.

(ix)

"Death, and the pain of life, they are holy. I'd be willing to go through it alone if I could. You don't have to let others see it, and it only adds to each other's sorrow. ”

(x)

Wu Shun heard a little movement behind him. He stood up on his feet. He looked at the wooden door.

The wooden door opened. You hold on to the doorframe and slowly cross the threshold. You walked out. You stand on the steps.

You look at the soldiers resting in place. They are just as tired, just as painful as you, just as unwilling to get up again. But, all of you, too, have no choice. You must rise and you must move forward. If you don't want to sleep on this land forever.

You stood there without giving any orders.

But you stand there like this, which in itself is a silent command.

The soldiers watched you stand on the steps like this. They follow you and get back on your feet.

You look at them. You say to Wu Shun, "Helmet." ”

Wu Shun handed you the helmet. You put it back on.

You go up and down the stairs step by step. You walk up to the warhorse.

You grab the reins, and you get back on your horse.

You twisted your horse's head to meet the golden summit of the snow-capped mountains, which were now mostly hidden in the thick clouds.

You say, "Get on the horse!" Let's go! ”