The New Youth of Yanshi Fan [Easy to Think and Read]

Brother Ayi, his words are like his face. When the muzzle of the gun is burning, may I still remember the young man. You once said that the war was brutal, with mountains of corpses and hot-blooded men, and heaven and earth as tombs. The cold wind in Chang'an stirred up ashes and confused the world, but it did not bury my memory. I have never forgotten the years of blooming mountain flowers, but I can still indulge myself in crying and laughing on your back, and be proud of your arrogance. It made me face the separation between life and death for the first time. The man came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums. They lived together in Changqian, and the two children had no doubts. In the best years, I met you. Fang Xiaonian pen