In the past 40 years, the country has been 3,000 miles of mountains and rivers. Fengge Longlou is even Xiaohan, Yushu Qiongzhi is a smoke, how many times have you ever known a fight?

Every day since the expedition, I have been looking forward to the day when the class teacher will return to the court.

Once, I was full of enthusiasm and longed for the day when we could be like the champion Hou Huo Quai, sealing the wolf and living in the vast desert.

I fantasize about the day when I return to Chang'an again with all my merits and glory, and when that day comes, I will spread ten miles of red makeup and marry you.

Every time I dream back at midnight, I imagine you walking slowly towards me in your wedding dress, and I gently lift your hijab and engrave your life into my heart.

This may be the only concern of my long military career.

When there is no war, I will always look at the eastern sky, and the high wall of the city gate cannot lock my gaze, and thousands of times, I will look at Chang'an.

It was my hometown, and there was my beloved girl, but now, I can only see it on the map of the march, Chang'an on paper.

The sunset in the desert has a poignant feeling of the wilderness, and I want to draw this scene for you to see, but I only have a battle flag in my hand, no paintbrush.

There was a mellow sound of Qiang flute at the head of the city, and I asked my comrades-in-arms what kind of song it was, and he told me that it was called "Folding Willows". Yes, think about it now, the riverside of Chang'an City is already a willow.

It's a pity that on the Yellow River, a place of ten thousand miles, the spring breeze can't blow the Yumen Pass.

The night in the desert was bitterly cold, and I had learned to drink even though I had never drunk before. I know you hate drinking, don't worry, when I return to Chang'an, I will definitely quit drinking.

The wine from the spring water in the oasis is so sweet that whenever I pick up the bowl and see my shadow shining in the bowl, I always imagine it as your shadow, as if you were drinking with me.

Are you still standing on the hillside, as always, waiting for news from afar? Hongyan trusts the letter, the carp passes the book, I don't have it here.

Although spring is coming, don't dress too thin, I'm worried that the cold moonlight will make you feel cold.

Every sunset here I look far away at the sand dunes crashing with waves, but I can't get enough of the endless desert.

The bright moon in the sky is missing and full, I can't remember how long I've been here, I can't see Chang'an, I can only hope that the sound of the Qiang flute can stretch for thousands of miles, and transmit my melancholy to you.

Good night, my girl, the longing bluebird will come and take you to sleep.

The wind here blows up the yellow sand in the sky, burying the dead poplars, just like burying the fallen comrades around me. Maybe one day, I will sleep under the yellow sand.

Now you must not recognize me, the wind outside the plug has left one furrow after another on my face, my skin has turned black, my hands are covered with calluses, and I don't know if it will sting you when I take your hand again.

After so many years, those comrades-in-arms who used to be around them, those wishes they made, finally withered in the yellow sand and became a desolation.

When they are dying, they will always ask me to take care of their families, and I have all agreed, and I have counted them carefully, there are already hundreds of families that need my care, but I can't even go back to my own home, how can I take care of them?

Now that I'm a lieutenant, maybe if I hold on a little longer, the war will soon be over, and then I'll be able to come back and marry you, and although I haven't become a general yet, you won't think I'm a low official.

Broken battle flags were planted on the red-stained yellow sand, and after a battle, thousands of people slept here forever. There are those of their own and those of their enemies, and they are each under military orders during their lifetimes, and they are born and die. Now they can put aside their grievances and get along.

The drums of war were broken, the banners on the city were cut down, and blood soaked the flags and dripped from the spears.

The iron armor on my body was pierced, and blood flowed out of my body, like the practice wine I drank on the day of the expedition.

After forty years, the enemy's city was finally breached, and this war was finally coming to an end, but it was a pity...... It's just a pity that I'll never come back, my girl.

I walked through the boundless darkness, and the world was getting farther and farther away from me. I crossed the saffron-covered riverbank and walked across the stone bridge over the bottomless river, and someone told me to drink this bowl of oblivion.

I told her that I didn't want to forget, that I wanted to see you again, that I hadn't seen you in forty years.

She didn't speak, and someone led me away with a green lantern, and I wandered in the netherworld ever since.

On the 14th of July, don't forget to pick me up and return home, my girl.

The bright moon does not know how to leave hatred and bitterness, and the oblique light penetrates Zhu Hu,

Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone, looking at the end of the world.

I weave each poem into a brocade book, and I hope that the distant wild goose can pass my thoughts to you, but where are you under the sky in the west?

In this Chang'an City, tens of thousands of people enter the city every day, but the army that went out that day never returned. Since you left, I have often looked at the moon in a daze, because in this sky, only this bright moon is the only thing that can see you and me at the same time.

The spring flowers bloomed and thanked, the autumn wind blew away the summer moon again, the winter snow fell one after another, and it was another year in the blink of an eye.

I used to tell you that I hated people who drank the most, but now I have learned to use alcohol to drown my sorrows.

Enter my lovesick door, know that I am lovesick, long-term lovesickness, long-term memory, and short-term lovesickness are infinite. This lovesickness is really difficult.

I drank a cup of Chang'an Spring, hoping to extinguish the lovesickness, and then poured a cup into the river, you once told me that the source of this river is on the snow-capped mountains thousands of miles to the west, so that it can be regarded as drinking a river water with you.

Every midnight dream, the sound of broken geese in the clouds called the west wind more cold, Pengshan has no way to go, and the blue bird is diligent to visit. Why, the bluebird can't bring me to you.

After waiting for a long time, the people around me gradually forgot who I was waiting for. Waves of people came to my door, and I turned everyone away. When the matchmaker left, he asked me, the girl is like a flower, who is she for?

My wedding dress in this life is reserved for one person only.

Since then, I seem to have gotten used to solitude. I knew that I shouldn't be able to survive this lovesickness, so I got used to its existence. Because I'm more afraid that I'll slowly forget you than I have suffered.

If I could engrave you in my heart forever, then I would be willing to endure all the torture that time has brought me, and I will not remember how many years or months.

In the blink of an eye, you have been gone for twenty years, and I have moved away from the crowd and lived alone in the countryside, because I don't want to hear anyone call me "old girl" anymore.

I don't know how long I'm going to have to wait, but I know I'm going to keep waiting.

If the years I spent with you were to cost me the rest of my life, I have no regrets.

I began to go back to the places we had walked before.

The peony flowers in Luoyang City are still blooming all over the world, but the lady who embroidered the peony on the flower floor is no longer the person of the year, I think she has also married a woman, the flowers are similar every year, and the people are different every year.

In the south of the Yangtze River in April, in addition to Fang Fei all the way, it was a scholar who rushed all the way to Chang'an to catch the exam. The wind rises from the foam of Qingping, and among them, there may be hidden pillars of the future country. If they can get the war to end sooner rather than later, then you will be able to come back.

I saw at the ferry that the girl had bid farewell to her beloved, and from now on he would be waiting for someone like me.

When parting, the flowers were also delicate, and the moon was gentle, she shook off the catkins that fell on her shoulders, pulled up her long hair, and left only one person from then on.

There are thousands of long streets in the world, and the crowds of people come and go every day, and I have walked through one place after another, but I have never been able to find your direction.

I go alone, go back alone, when I walk under Chang'an City again, I will still have expectations, maybe in these days when I go out, you have come back, as long as I walk into the house, you will appear in front of me.

So I went back to my former home, and all I saw was a deep field of grass and trees, and the walls of the house were now covered with vines, and a whole wall of flowers had bloomed, and the moss on the stone steps told me that you had not come back.

After drinking this year's Tusu wine, it has been forty years since you left me. I no longer have any illusions that you will come back one day. In these forty years, even if you don't die on the battlefield, I'm afraid you won't be able to escape the wear and tear of the years.

I began to force myself to accept the fact that I would never see you again for the rest of my life, as if I had slipped open my heart and forced this sentence into my heart.

If you really have returned to Jiuquan, then every year in the middle of the year, can you come back to see me? Or are you by my side now, but I can't touch you.

If so, blow out the candle on the table, for I have forty years of words that I want to speak to you.

At some point, their respective stories were read by the wandering storyteller. So, when the startled wood closed his voice, he was still looking east in the depths of the desert in the story, and she was still waiting in the story.

It's a pity that the distance between them is so far that even the stories passed on by word of mouth can't be told, and they have never heard each other's stories.

Time and distance are too cruel for mortals.

Therefore, all people in this world have a yearning for spiritual practice. Immortal and immortal, live with heaven and earth, a thousand miles a day, the universe is for me to travel.

There is nothing more joyful and sorrowful than this, this encounter that spans forty years, will it come in this Zhongyuan?