Zhao Xu felt that after only one night's work, the uncle seemed to be a lot older. The white hair on Zhao Wuliang's head was sluggish in the wind, and the kind of pain in his heart was really indescribable. What time is the fishing fire on the river, he and Zhao Xu are sitting on the boat, the light and shadow enter the water, and the light is uncatchable. - Are all kinds of illusions in life like this lamp and shadow, you can only look at it, but as long as you reach into the water and catch it, it will be broken. Home and country is a dream, and his dream is broken.

He envied Boss Yuan and Luo Han, who still had the strength to keep their dreams from being shattered. He dipped a white head in the water because he was weeping. The tears are gone, he doesn't want others to see his tears, and the remaining pride can only maintain this last bit of dignity. The water was cold, and he hooked his waist from the bow of the boat and buried his head in the water. Zhao Xu was stunned, this silent long mourning could shake a young man's heart more than any bitter crying and wailing. He didn't dare to move, and he didn't even dare to reach out and pat his uncle's back. - It's actually good to be able to hate a person, just like Zhao Wuliang hated the faint monarch and treacherous appearance at the beginning, thinking that they were the culprits of harming his family and country and his life, but now, he can't hate it, what he has always loved is just a dead country, as Hua Zhou said, it is just a flower in the mirror, a bubble in the water. ——A person is in old age, and his dreams are broken, what else can comfort that broken heart?

Zhao Wuliang screamed in the water, only to see the rippling waves, and the shout was also silent - the dream of a thousand years of family and country, after all, the water flooded his head. Zhao Wuliang sang a long song when he cried, and no one listened to him. The years are ruthless, the mountains and rivers are lonely, how many people have awakened and dreamed of this Jiankang ancient city?

——The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and there are many broken dreams.

Zhao Wuliang dreamed of this night.

Zhao Xu called softly on the boat, "Uncle, uncle." ”

Zhao Wuliang choked in the water, everything he expected was shattered, scattered, and far away. All he could do was probably go to the Five Kingdoms City in person and steal his uncle's bones. He won't let people accompany him in this matter, even if it is as close as Zhao Xu and Zao Wou-ki, they should have the rest of their lives to entertain themselves.

- What is the benefit of life, and what is the extreme of life?

- Lonely He Nai, how lonely is it?

"Clan bifidity", the name was ruined overnight.

In the north of the river, the winter is deep, and the snow falls like a hail, and the clouds are not stopped.

In the snow, there was a boy and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl walking in this winter scene with a frozen red face, but it was Zhao Xu and Xiaoyingzi. - Zhao Xu finally waited for Luo Han to talk to him in person, and as soon as Luo Han opened his mouth, he actually wanted to ask him one thing - to ask him to send Xiaoyingzi and the blind old man to Jiangbei.

Zhao Xu almost agreed - these days, the eldest uncle said that he had something to do, so he went north; The second uncle was also very unhappy, and he actually returned to the big stone slope alone - the only thing he had to do for the rest of his life was the big stone array on the big stone slope. When they left, they only touched Zhao Xu's head, as if to say: Xu'er is older, it's time for him to fly alone.

He stamped his feet as if he wanted to rub the loose snow under his feet.

I only heard Xiaoyingzi say: "In more than ten days, we can go to Huaishang, right?" ”

When she said this, she felt like she was coming home.

I heard her smile and say, "There I am, and I have a cage of chickens and a puppy." ”

She seemed to remember the origin of the cage of chicks and dogs.

Somehow, when she talked to Zhao Xu, she naturally had a girlish feeling. Zhao Xu looked at her with a smile, and seemed to think that her frozen red face was very good-looking.

Xiao Yingzi asked Zhao Xu about the Jitang that day for the first time, and Zhao Xu was not impatient, and replied softly - he had peeked at Luo Hanyu's last sword in the 'Youjitang' - he smiled and thought, didn't he care so much about the young man who rode a camel into the south of the Yangtze River? The uncle was so concerned that he was almost annoyed in the end.

The blind old man fell behind them, and although his blind eyes could not see, there seemed to be a smile in his deep sockets. was slightly dyed by that smile, and even the snow around him didn't seem to be all gone.

Suddenly a wind blew in the sky, and the wind brought the breath of Jiangnan.

Zhao Xu suddenly looked back, they were far away from the river, and across the river behind them was the Moling City, the Moling City immersed in the cold winter.

Somehow, Zhao Xu's young heart suddenly seemed to have a trace of sadness. He couldn't tell, he didn't know where this sorrow came from.

That sadness is not only out of the emotion of the rise and fall of personnel, but also a trace of retrospective thoughts that ask where this life is and what is the extreme.

In the Moling City, which was once so full of gold and dust, how many people have gone in such a battle, but the living, the living who are suppressed by boundless emptiness and grief, can they all live and enjoy themselves?

Life can be happy, and death is not a pity!

But how can you enjoy this life? The end of the joy is not the tears and sorrow of the uncle who soaked his head in the water that night.

Zhao Xu looked at Xiao Yingzi's face beside him, and the red color gave him a sense of happiness. But under happiness, there is a kind of deep grief that exists so ruthlessly as the background.

He wiped his face suddenly, and he was ready to sing in his heart, but he was not good at it, and he didn't know what words to sing.

Hundreds of years later, there may be a sentence that can briefly describe the rise and fall of a hundred regrets and a thousand ends of life:

Pack up the earth, mountains and rivers......

Everything is empty...... Everything is empty......

Somehow there is another song, and the song is also sung about this Moling, and the words in the song are sung like this, singing about the Moling of the Han family in the old days of the monarch and the ministers, and the rivers and lakes in the courts:

I once saw the warbler crying in the Jinling Jade Palace, and the flowers in the Qinhuai Water Pavilion bloomed early, who knew that it was easy to freeze.

Seeing him raise the Zhu Tower, seeing him feasting guests, seeing his building collapse.

This moss and green tile pile, I once slept and slept well, and I saw the rise and fall of fifty years.

That Wuyi Lane is not surnamed Wang, the ghost of Mochou Lake cries at night, and the phoenix perches on the owl bird.

The dream of the remnant mountain is the truest, the old realm is difficult to lose, I don't believe in this map change.

A set of mourning Jiangnan——

Sing with sorrow until the old ......

This is a difficult and unforgettable winter of Moling!