Heroes of Troubled Times in Qianqiu Opera

Many years later, when he stepped into this familiar village again, the breeze blew gently on his face that had experienced many vicissitudes of life. With a bit of lingering sadness. The flag beside me was flapping in the wind. In the fields not far away, golden wheat swayed gently in the wind, as if adding a faint hope to the heavy atmosphere. The old woman working in the field looked up and saw the flag, immediately stepped out of the field and ran towards him. She hurriedly wiped her muddy hands on her clothes, grabbed his hand, and said with an expectant smile on her face: "General! Is my son coming back together today?" He opened his mouth, but the words were stuck in his throat. He lowered his head helplessly and shook his head. The smile on the old woman's face froze in an instant, and a thousand pounds of weight suddenly seemed to be felt in his hand. He quickly reached out to support her. "Then my son, am I brave on the battlefield?" She held back the tears that welled up in her eyes, her voice trembling. This time, he nodded firmly without any hesitation. This is not a story about pursuing a sense of pleasure, but a chapter about the helplessness and sadness of the world. There is a fire in my heart. At this moment, maybe you can only see the lingering smoke. But as long as you walk into this story and go deep into it, you can see the burning fire and be tightly surrounded by its heat and sincerity. Please open this story and start a journey that touches your soul. If you are not very satisfied with some chapters, please forgive me. Because all great masterpieces have disgusting chapters. Lotus grows from stinky mud, but don't pick stinky mud to pick lotus.