She is the same age as me, and because her father was away at war all year round and her mother was born into a family of military generals, she grew up in Western Xinjiang and delayed her marriage.
I have seen yellow sand and blood-stained swords, drank rice wine still stained with dust, and maybe even ate a large bowl of meat and drank wine.
When the war in Western Xinjiang eased, I could secretly take my horse during the day and go to nearby small towns to buy candies and cakes. At night, I could watch the crackling of dry and red firewood in the bonfire, and lie on the lawn and count the stars in the sky. When the war was urgent, she would lead a mighty cavalry team across the grassland where no ambush was possible to deliver military rations to her father.
I don't know how much of these rumors are true or false. The rumors have not stopped and the debate has not stopped.
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