The girl returned to the hut in the bamboo forest, the hexagonal wind chimes fluttered in the wind, jingling, the girl looked at the green bamboo forest outside the window, the sound of rustling, the sunlight penetrated into the forest glade, naughtily painted her favorite pattern, the bamboo leaves swayed with the wind, the pattern also changed to a different look, the girl stood up, looked at it for a while, lay back on the bamboo couch, her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her thoughts returned to the past years......

The old country has a long road to the east, and the tears of the two-sleeved dragon bell are not dry. Immediately meet without paper and pen, and report peace with the words of the king.

The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river. The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of clouds. The long wind is tens of thousands of miles, blowing the Yumen Pass.

In the autumn of memory, outside the plug, a group of geese flying south, appeared under the blue sky, the geese were lined up in a neat herringbone, the goal was flying forward in unison, they were screaming loudly in the sky, the ground was full of vast autumn grass, looking at it from a distance, it seemed that there was no end in sight, in the ears, from time to time faintly heard the cries of cattle and sheep, the beautiful little girl on the car lifted the emerald green silk car curtains, happily looked at the vast grassland inlaid with criss-crossing rivers, a group of horses bowed their heads to forage grass by the river, the wrangler in front of the felt bag played the old horse-head harp, looking at the pine and turbulent forest at the end of the grassland。

In the mighty convoy, someone spurred his horse, turned his head and saw the little girl's excited little face, his face was full of novelty, surprise, With a pleasant expression, he smiled sarcastically, slanted his mouth and gestured to a person beside him, the person next to him rode his horse and looked back, his face showed a complicated look, he drove to the side of the main car, jumped on the car, tied the horse, lifted the light cyan soft curtain, and whispered to the adult in the purple and luxurious official uniform in the car for a while, the middle-aged man in the official uniform, looked at the little girl who was still enjoying the magnificent scenery outside the window, sighed, and whispered to the ear of the visitor:" Let her see, after all, she is going to live here, maybe she will be on this grassland for the rest of her life, look at the way she came, and think of her homeland in the future, how did she come here, and she also has a thought," he said, his eyes were red, he waved his hand, and he couldn't go on.

Someone came to look at the little girl, and looked at the equally excited nurse beside her, and the cramped and restless little girl, and the decadent adults around her, sighed, shook his head, turned back to the horse, and slowly joined the flowing convoy, the previous person saw him come back, and turned back to look at the chariot and horse team, snorted coldly, swept the people around him from the corner of his eyes, and the horsewhip was whipped the pure black strong horse, the horse was in pain, shook the satin-like black mane on his body, roared to the sky, expressed his inner dissatisfaction, and then ran forward gracefully and quickly。

As the convoy continued to move forward, there were many white felt bags in front of the convoy, the old people wore their unfamiliar clothes, playing the horse-head fiddle, melodious and rich singing and cheerful music came into the ears, and in front of them there was a blazing red reed fire, a beautiful, The slender girl wore a bright peach-colored poplin robe, a colorful turban, delicate silver earrings on her ears, and boots with strange patterns on her feet, and danced enthusiastically and unrestrainedly, and her turbans fluttered like a flock of phoenixes spreading their wings in the wind. A few young men were doing their work while enjoying the girl's dance, and one of the young men watched for a while, threw away the tools in his hand, and ran to dance with the girl enthusiastically.

The man on the pure black steed waved his hand, and the convoy stopped, and he said to a strong man beside him who looked tall, "This is it, here we are." ”