"Gao Cen."
"Gao Shaoqing."
Those murmurs disappeared with the wind, followed by ten years of dust and smoke.
Isolated from the Jiangnan scenery of bright clothes and angry horses, the moon-white brocade and the wanton youthful spirit of the past.
Nowadays, one person's bones are buried in the snow in Mobeichuan, and one person's palace is filled with raindrops and listens to the dawn.
The arrows are empty, and people will die in battle and never come back.
I couldn't bear to see this thing, so I burned it to ashes.
The Yellow River can be blocked by holding soil, but the north wind, rain and snow can hardly cut it.
PS: The author is a scumbag copywriter, please don't slap me to death.
PPS: It's not a long novel, it doesn't have much in it, just make everyone happy.
PPPS: I may be slower,,, forgive me for daring to write a copy before even finishing coding such a short article.
Also: The title of the book comes from Li Bai's "Travel to the North Wind"