Huo Qubing·where Is the Young Man Now?

So pretty [blowing kiss][blowing kiss][blowing kiss] "No one is not afraid of death. We will die one day, even the captain, even your majesty." Zhang Qian answered slowly, "From now on, I can't see all the mornings and sunsets, but at the same time, I also own every sunset and morning. Captain, all living things will eventually return to the dust and transform into another form of all things. At that time, let's meet again." I like this sentence the most [blowing kiss] [sending heart]

Super good-looking, Huo Qubing's high-spirited [Admiration] "The Huns are not destroyed, how can we call home?"

Good-looking "From now on, I can't see all the mornings and sunsets, but at the same time, I also own every sunset and morning light." ""The strong wind blew by, and the figures that the boy once loved deeply finally rushed into the stream of time and became characters in the history books. '' Only history books are the most cold, lonely, and silent; only history books are the most fiery, noisy, and deafening. "

Thousands of years later, east of Maoling. When I woke up, I didn't know anything about the Qin and Han Dynasties. I was drunk in Huayang River. Huo Qubing, Wei Qing, Liu Che, Wei Zifu, Zhang Qian... The once magnificent historical events of the Han Dynasty gradually fade away with the sigh of the reader outside the book. The vivid figure who was once so close to you, only to realize after closing the book that the distance between you and him in a few thin pages has been cut into a thousand-year gap by the historian. He is not an old friend of yours, he is a name that passed away thousands of years ago. Between the lines, the Han Dynasty came to an end, but his life ended abruptly like a fragment. You understand that history books are just the light left by a group of dead stars, but in your heart you can't help but lament his premature death and melancholy his disappearance. How can we find him? Even if we meet once... You turn this page, open your eyes again, and find yourself in Maolingdong. The wind blows in the mausoleum, and the forest is like a canopy. You walk up the steps in a daze, and you see some simple stone carvings along the way: lying stone tigers and stone oxen, stone horses stepping on the Huns... The mausoleum is buried in mist and rain, and the stone horse is silent and the grass is cold. After bidding farewell to thousands of sunrises, this land slowly carried the weight of the years. It buried the legends of emperors and generals in silence, not allowing too many impetuous footsteps to disturb them, and only waiting for a few souls who resonated with history to dig carefully. "The Huns are not destroyed, how can we call home?" God is jealous of the talented people, the young man has passed away

I really saw Huo Qubing's heroic demeanor and youthful spirit.

Huo Qubing spent his whole life serving the country, a young man wearing bright clothes and angry horses. I like Huo Qubing very much

I'm very interested in this type of book, it's very interesting.

It's very interesting and allows readers to see Huo Qubing's distinctive character from multiple angles [Like]

Super good-looking, I really like General Huo's high-spirited youthful look