"Rugged"
Zhang Liao was born in Yanmenguan, Bingzhou, a desolate place in the north.
But Zhang Liao didn't think so. He thought Bingzhou was very beautiful, with vast grasslands, countless flowers in spring, and bright starry sky in summer nights. Lying on the ground was like pillowing on his mother's lap. The air is clear all year round, rarely moist after rain, mixed with the fragrance of green grass and earth, and the hills are far away and full of green.
"Su Lian Deep Three or Two Inches"
She was behind Zhang Liao, her back as straight as a silver hook, holding the reins in her hand, her face cold and arrogant, with the noble and unruly nature cultivated in her bones.
This was the second time Zhang Liao killed someone in front of her. The first time in Mangshan, he rushed into the crowd and finally took her away; the second time in the suburbs of Quzhou, he was wounded all over, embarrassed and fierce. She sat on the horse, as if just waiting for a result.
"A late rain shower comes to Yunli Mountain"
The rain started falling again at some point, and the clouds fell to the ground, licking the green mountains warmly. The air is filled with wet water vapor. In this dream, you suddenly want to hug Zhang Liao, a tight and reassuring hug. You want to bury your face in his shoulder and smell his scent.
He came through the night rain, and the broken rain jingled, just like the sword whistling in his hand. It's hard to imagine what kind of state of mind Zhang Liao had to face all this. After decades of military service, death almost melted into his life, and then was brutally recovered in the second half of his life.
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Purpose: Feelings of family and country
