Maybe one day, I still want to turn into a wild goose, with red cloth strips wrapped around my feet, and fly over the green ridges of the Tianshan Mountains, Juyanhai and Junji Mountains, fly over the long history of the Han Dynasty, and look for the river in my memory.
It was a simple world, as real as a newborn baby, and the air was full of original enthusiasm and chivalry. He is a hero, because of his authenticity. Even though there are no magic secrets or medicines, stones or golden elixirs, I was still moved by the rapid-fire arrows without hesitation. Oh, and I will never forget the red horse. Back then, Li Ling gave up the Han Dynasty and came to the Xiongnu. It is difficult to say whether the choice he made was good or bad.
The water flows all the time, singing songs.
Did every Han envoy who went out of the fortress experience similar confusion after experiencing this strong impact of reality?
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