The person I like is an unparalleled hero, he stands upright and bravely champions the three armies.
He taught me how to ride and shoot, sent me to study medicine, and taught me that women can live independently without relying on others.
He trimmed every flower and tree in the Princess Mansion, repaired every house, and built a small family in northern Xinjiang for me.
But an unexpected incident separated us.
When we met again, we were already on opposite sides of each other.
He would never hunt a snow wolf king for me and take its teeth as an amulet because of my joke, and I would no longer copy Buddhist scriptures over and over again under the dim oil lamp, begging the Buddha to exchange my blessings for his peace. No one will remember that at the foot of Tianshan Mountain, we also held a wedding, worshiped heaven and earth, and worshiped in the high hall. He took my hand and walked into the bridal chamber amidst the cheers and cheers of everyone.
The past between the two of us has long been buried in the dust in Shayuguan ten years ago, and buried in the pouring rain in the Forbidden City ten years ago.
