A touch of rich eye color, as thick as medicinal wine that has been boiled for thousands of years, as thick as the swamp deep in the dense forest of her hometown, with a hint of sweetness exuding in the darkness, making people know the danger but still want to get past it.
"It's up to you to decide whether to go or not. Don't wait until the time comes."
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He faced the sunset with half-squinted eyes, his honey-colored face had freckles from the sun, and his smile became brighter. Suddenly, there was a sound of flapping wings above his head, and a few milky white bird droppings fell on his arm. He pointed in surprise, "Look, it's hot!"
**
The dim candlelight filled his waist-length hair. The man sleeping at his desk rubbed his sleepy eyes, raised his head and smiled.
"You are finally here..."
**
"The bond between life and death is broad, and I told Zicheng. What I'm talking about is the righteousness of comrades, not the love between men and women." When the horn sounded, he turned back and smiled at her, his handsome and bloody face showing a determination that was beyond his age. "To die fighting with you today is not what I want, but it is a life-long dream."
**
"That day, Fan Kuai said, 'I would like to win a hundred thousand people and roam the Xiongnu.' He was accused of wishful thinking. Today, I will make it come true for him!"
At the entrance of the big tent, he stood against the bright sun. The nineteen-year-old boy still has the clear and innocent eyes he had when he was a child, as if suffering has never befallen him, as if the ups and downs of life will never leave a mark on him.
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I was on the endless grassland outside the pass, looking at the frost-white full moon in Chang'an. Do you know that the years have changed, thousands of miles away, but the moonlight has not changed. I thought it was just a calm episode in your life, but it turned out that you only played this piece of music in your life.