The Book of Songs: Lesser Odes, “Deer Calling,” “Gathering Ferns”
Gathering ferns, gathering ferns, the shoots are sprouting. “We’re going home, we’re going home,” but the year is drawing to a close.
No home, no family, because of the Xianyun. No time to rest or settle down, because of the Xianyun.
Gathering ferns, gathering ferns, the shoots are tender. “We’re going home, we’re going home,” but sorrow fills my heart.
My heart aches fiercely; I am hungry and thirsty. My garrison has no fixed place, and no one can carry word home.
Gathering ferns, gathering ferns, the shoots are tough. “We’re going home, we’re going home,” but now the year is in its tenth month.
The king’s affairs allow no rest; there is no time to sit or stay. My heart is full of pain. I cannot return!
What is that blossoming there? It is the flowers of the catalpa. What is that road there? It is the noble’s chariot.
The war chariots are harnessed, four stallions strong and mighty. How dare we settle down? Three victories in a month.
Harnessed to the four stallions, the four steeds gallop swiftly. The nobleman rides within; the common soldiers shelter beneath.
The four stallions move in unison, with ivory bows and fish-skin quivers. How could we not be on guard every day? The Xianyun are pressing hard!
Long ago, when I set out, the willows swayed gently. Now that I return, snow and sleet fall thickly.
The road stretches on, and I am thirsty and hungry. My heart is filled with sorrow, but no one knows my grief!
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You can't even imagine how I felt when I saw the Kaowangba people in the comment area. Oh my god...
I only saw this article after receiving Ah Qi's recommendation... I guess I'm the last one (wry smile). Very touching and true. It's just... I can't come back. The only person I know in this article is Qiao Shunzhi, and the others are all dead. There are always brave men who are willing to die and march towards dangerous battlefields. The ancient cities still stand under the moon, soaked in the blood of warriors. This is one of the best kaowang fanfics I've seen this year. Pathetic and touching. I undoubtedly fell in love with the three people in Kuiyuan after reading this article. They used to be Xu Hejun. But the post in the blog seems to have mentioned that there are two more articles. Will I post them again when I have time? So I said it should be released soon, I can't wait any longer! After reading other comments, I had no idea that the boy who was a good Mary Sue could grow into such a god-level figure... How many people have been impressed by this article. So, that's it. As promised, see you in "Ding Feng Bo"!
I just saw this article today... So let me say a few words. It is not as gorgeous and woven with language as the previous style, and the plot of the story is simple and unexpected. How should I put it, this is an article that will make you feel very heavy after reading it. War. Smoke. There were countless casualties. Yes, these are not exaggerations, this is war. In ancient times, when there was no love or sex, everyone risked everything to fight. Without protection, they might die without a body in the next moment on the battlefield. I thought of a lot, including the white-clothed generals in Li Weiqi's works and the Peach Blossom Spring in Jiang Nan's works. Thinking of the cities, they are still standing under the moon. Countless people died. Lu Xiao's ending... Is different from what was promised. Why did he become Xiaohe... [Don't worry, this is resentment Chen Da's comment said everything I wanted to say and what I didn't expect. The rest was also said by Lady Zhen Zhen. In this world full of people, I am still a loser. But the ending... Can only be like this. Xixi over Mengming over watermelon over stuffy egg over meat floss over Hehe over flammable over Sister Sima over [How many people have you nicknamed? Hey! But that's all. It gave people a glimmer of hope, but was cruelly taken away. Only that glimmer of hope was enough. Like a delicate flower swaying in the flames of war. This story is so cruel. It is gray. But it's not without a little color. He saw a lonely goose flying across the vast sky beyond the Great Wall. The destruction of the country does not mean the death of the world, but the survival of the people. Tomorrow morning, the smoke will still accompany the sun rising on the other side of the mountain. This is hope.
He lied down in a big trough and tortured his face! As expected, Brother Shunzhi turned black when he met Xi Xi, and Xiaohe was blind and dog-eyed.
Emma, I really like these three silly children!!! After reading the big article, I want to hug them and kiss them... It's so heartbreaking 23333 That kid Lu Xiao can actually do this and that to He Jun. It's so cool... Zhou Lunyu's heart turned to water in the short section where he saw the lamp... The writing is so great and touching. TUT, please continue to write 3P (crossed out) stories about these three children in the future!!! PS: Mr. He is so beautiful even if he is short-lived...
Oh My God! If you see the propaganda and run to see it, you will give me a knife! It's unspeakably cruel to use pack after pack of tissues... Chen Da Da's comment is simply a big shock! I asked you, can you write something that is not abusive? It's a knife every time!
It's just torture to death, okay? AT and Tinals are both knives, and so is this one! The cruelty is almost life-threatening!
Damn, let me take a breather... I'm going to cry. I'm not going to lie to you_(:з∠)_ It's still the same as before, I have too much to say but don't know what to type. Thinking of the famous Feng Yan generals written by Jiang Nan, the Li Ren of Saibei Jiangnan in Qing Wan Ge, Tiance's red-stained shirt on the battlefield, and many similar scenes. Although I cry every time I watch it, I still watch it every time. This kind of subject matter is like a demonic barrier to me, and I can't get out of it in my life. Did the Zhengren who were riding horses on the battlefield still think about the people watching from afar before they passed away? Did they still think about one day returning to their hometown and drinking and singing with their old friends? No one knows the answer. He left himself in a place where the spring breeze did not blow away, and his unspeakable words turned into dust. The sea has changed, time flies, we only watch the dynasties passing by like the stars and the moon, but we never think about how much nameless sorrow is buried under the understatement of the history books. What separation can surpass the eternal separation between heaven and man. What other vow can surpass eternity? We can't stay together in this life, but I hope I can pass you by in the next life. If I were still a human being, I would definitely treat you with kindness throughout my life. ——Never leave, never abandon, depend on each other in life and death.