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The first chapter (I)
When Bai Zhenying rode out of Yumen Pass, he was still very proud. Riding an all-white horse, holding his head high, wearing a brand-new felt hat, waving a brand-new shiny calf leather whip, even the calf leather boots on his legs are newly bought, and his hooves are sonorous, and he is humming Wang Wei's acropolis song: "The Acropolis is raining, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. I advise you to have a drink and go out of Yangguan for no reason. "
After the customs clearance, there was yellow sand, but you can still see a column of green willows next to the official road. This tree was planted by the former Qing general when he left for the Western Ocean and returned to Xinjiang. She looks very good and poetic, which makes Bai Zhenying more excited. Because he and Zuo are fellow villagers, although he was born several decades later, he is full of admiration for this generation of Confucian generals, Wen Xianggong. When he was young, he lost it while worshipping his ancestors.
It was Zuo Gong's old age. Although he was well dressed, he couldn't hide his old age, which made him very disappointed, because his imaginary General Zuo should be flogging, with thousands of troops behind him sweeping across the grassland, and the young hero disappeared. Until now, he has not changed this naive idea, so he came. ...
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