Ancient Road
by Zhu Songhua
About This Novel
On the ancient Hunan-Guizhou Road, inns entertain guests from all religions and professions, porters travel across mountains and rivers to traffic goods, bandits appear and kill people and loot goods, and they are entangled with each other. The Japanese aggressors stepped into their homes with iron hoofs, and they hated their country and their families. They resolutely put aside their grievances and sacrificed their lives to stain the ancient road with blood, playing the clarion call to jointly resist foreign aggression... The ancient road rested and reflected on the righteousness pavilion to express their heroic feelings. The porters were all bare-chested, and the lumpy flesh on their bodies was a copper-like color. After climbing over the rolling horse slope, the soles of the straw sandals on my feet had almost worn out. Fortunately, it was a downhill road, and the bluestone slabs had long been worn smooth. It was indescribably cool and comfortable to step on. The mulberry wood poles on my shoulders could not help but tremble with the rhythm of the footsteps, singing "creepy, creaky", adding vitality to the quiet ancient road.
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