Embracing horses across the bridge,

There is no one to say goodbye, for I am a returnee,

The snow flying on the river is the deepest longing of my heart,

The willows you planted are swaying in the cold wind

Every branch is your gentle arm.

I've returned,

I hope you can fall asleep tonight.

Curling smoke,

Bring me the warmest fragrance,

All right! Open your carved doors and windows.

Where are you from?

It brought tears to my eyes,

A place where bamboo horses frolic,

into a sea of sorrow.

It's not a traveler, it's a return visit from the deceased.

Yun Ye's iron horse stood on the bridge with a spear, his red cloak fluttering in the cold wind, shaking off a tuft of snow from time to time. Wangcai wrapped his belly pocket, put his head on the neck of the mare under Yun Ye's crotch, and tried hard to bite the cloth bag on Yun Ye's waist. Zhuang Sanzhu didn't disturb the poetry of Hou Ye Yun, and listened to Hou Ye muttering some poems that he didn't understand. Goodbye Baqiao Yunye couldn't stop tears like rain, caressing the willow tree that was refracted and the branches were heartbroken like a knife, the suddenness of parting, the distant 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, and the three thousand logistics sergeants listened to his orders, stepped off the horse, with a gun in his hand, his whole body was ironarmed, and he was majestic, more Lu Bu than Lu Bu, and more Zhao Yun than Zhao Yun, but who did this show it? If his wife is here, he will go crazy with excitement, and he has already sent countless times on his mobile phone, and he will be asked to pose in countless poses and take countless photos, which is well known to everyone who will forward them on the Internet. Without his son's reverent gaze, this qiē is just a mirror, a night walk in brocade clothes!

The army was marching under the bridge. Lao Niu smiled when he saw Yun Ye suffering from magic in the snow, ignoring the whip and speeding past him. No one could feel Yun Ye's sadness. The vast ancient road, the heavy snow in the sky, and the willows with few branches and leaves constitute a beautiful ancient painting. Why is there no roar of cars? Is this Xi'an? The driver's roaring and scolding, the wooden stick waved by the chengguan, and the hissing of a big sale coming from the store, this is the scene that Yun Ye wants to see the most. No, the big voice of the people in Guanzhong, the familiar country accent of opening and closing the mouth, is this Xi'an?

"Qi Qi Hou Ye, the front army has arrived at the Zuo Wuwei camp, and the general ordered Hou Ye to urge the rear team to hurry back to the camp." The sound of the scout interrupted Yun Ye's thoughts, and Lao Cheng was worried that he would not be able to reach the camp in time for dark, and the snow would get heavier and heavier.

"Zhuang San stop, give the order to go down, don't worry about the formation, put away the battle armor, five people in a car, and march quickly."

Zhuang Sanzhu said loudly, turned around to convey the order, and the fifty veterans who reached the service period became Yun Ye's generals, although they were a little older, but following Lao Cheng through a hundred battles, it was a complete hundred battles for the rest of his life. Lao Cheng was worried that Yun Ye was going to reorganize the lintel, so he specially selected fifty soldiers for him. These veterans also know Yun Ye's condition, it only took eight months of hard work to go from nothing to Lantian County, he is only fifteen years old, and he is full of knowledge, his ability is incomparably amazing, and he is kind, so he doesn't follow anyone. Now if you don't take advantage of Hou Ye's young age to join the house, when will you wait? Once it becomes a cloud mansion, three generations of descendants will not worry about having a good life.

Yun Ye looked at the fifty veterans, some of whom had gray hair. The general's white-haired husband is in tears, but none of these family members shed tears, but they were full of murderous energy, and they had already trained a heartless hob body in the barracks. You can't flicker anymore, and if you flicker any more, it will become a ringing horse. Just now I said that we will go home, and these killers screamed excitedly. If you talk about building a house for each of them, then you can't be excited?

The city wall of Chang'an is like a beast lying in wait in the heavy snow, the swarthy stretches for dozens of miles, the seven-story wall is magnificent, and the Tang character flag is blown by the wind, which is particularly eye-catching in this snow-covered world. …,

The power to go home was incomparably strong, the wheels were spinning wildly in the snow, the ox carts were driven like horse-drawn carts, and the horse-drawn carts were driven like cars. Hundreds of carts all arrived at the Zuowuwei camp an hour later. The camp is on the right side of Jinguang Gate in Chang'an City, close to the West Market, backed by the city wall, facing Bashui, covering an area of more than 200 acres, surrounded by a low wall made of adobe, and the arrow towers are densely stomped to form a strict military fortress.

Yun Ye and his own soldiers finally came to the camp after pressing the formation, and the sky was already dark. The gate of Zuo Wuwei's camp was surrounded by many people, mostly women and women, and Cheng Pei was pulling Cheng to talk silently, making Xiao Cheng scratch his ears and cheeks uncomfortable. Mrs. Yun lifted the curtain, ignoring the heavy snow, and eagerly looked at the endless convoy in front of her. A woman in her thirties kept stuffing Xiao Nan into the carriage, which caused Xiao Nan's dissatisfaction, and after many days of recuperation, her little face finally had some of the fat and tenderness of young children.

Cheng Chumo saw the huge Yunzi flag flying over the Zhuang San stop from a distance, so he said loudly to Mrs. Yun: "Old lady, Xiao Ye is back." The old lady trembled and was helped out of the carriage by the woman beside her.

The horses' hooves roared, and more than fifty horsemen galloped towards them with snowflakes. Yun Ye saw the crowd in front of the camp, slowed down his horse, came to the front, turned over and dismounted, took off his helmet, and walked quickly to a gray-haired woman, no need to guess, no need to think, maybe it was a natural blood relationship, he recognized the old woman in front of him at a glance as his genuine ancestor. I have imagined all kinds of meeting scenes, sad, joyful, and excited, but I didn't expect to see the person I wanted to see the most in the snow. There was no passion, no sadness, only a faint joy, and she smiled at the old woman in front of her and bowed down: "Grandmother, my grandson is back." "It's like a wanderer coming home.

The old woman held Yun Ye's face and said over and over again: "That's right, my grandson is back, that's right, my grandson is back." Embracing the old woman's old body, Yun Ye's heart had never been so calm.

"It's snowing too much outside, you should go back to the carriage," he said, picking up the old woman and walking towards the carriage, the old woman felt her grandson's strong arms, and the infinite worry in her heart dissipated in an instant.

"Big girl, little girl? Xiao Nan? Big brother has brought you gifts from Longyou, and when the eldest brother finishes handing over the military order, we will go home together and promise that you will like it. ”

comforted the three little girls and looked back at the woman: "I don't know which elder of Yun Ye you are, let the younger generation see the ceremony." ”

"She's your aunt," the old woman introduced beside her.

"It turned out to be my aunt, and the little nephew was polite," the woman hurriedly returned the salute, and she could see that she was a little restrained.

"Aunt Lao takes care of her grandmother and three little sisters, and you are not allowed to enter the big camp in the army, and when the little nephew returns the military order, he will talk about his family and friendship."