Jiuzhou Fangwen? A collection of stories
1. The lonely smoke in the desert, the setting sun on the long river
The man took the Wu hook, aiming at the fifty states in Guanshan, and the military flag rolled out Chang'an, it has been frost for ten years.
The ancient battlefield is sparsely covered with smoke and dust. Every sunset, the vast desert is illuminated scarlet by the huge sun.
At this time, the general will ride on a light black BMW and run for hundreds of miles. Although it is to reconnoiter the enemy's situation, the general feels aimless. When people and horses are exhausted, the general will always kneel on the sand. Looking at the sunset setting in the west and the lonely wild geese returning south, the general looked at the direction where his beloved was getting married, feeling lonely in his heart and weeping without trace.
The general would often feel heartbroken and exhausted at this time, but in his tenacious heart, he still prayed that Yirong would be well in the Duduo tribe and would always be kind and beautiful.
Every time it gets dark, countless flames jump out in the military camp, and the lights are brightly lit, and the general will return to the camp stepping on the frost everywhere. It happens to be Hutian in August, when the sky is full of snow, the northern part of the Great Wall The night became extremely cold.
Many soldiers suffered injuries from the cold. The soldiers all knew that it was very easy for the enemy to make a sneak attack in such weather. The barbarians were like cunning foxes, and they would not easily miss any opportunity for a sneak attack. Lose.
The general looked at his soldiers who were well-defended despite being thinly dressed, and felt a little relieved. However, he still had a faint worry, because the general had to pay for the lives and safety of thousands of his soldiers. Responsible for the security of the country’s borders.
Most of the three thousand elite soldiers under the command of General Yang Yan are the children of Jiangnan hometown, so the general cherishes these soldiers very much. Seeing that the cold winter is approaching, if the military supplies of the imperial court can be delivered to the military camp on time, his own soldiers will not No more enduring the pain of body cold.
The general tried to pull the bow string late at night, and couldn't help but recall the scene when the enemy launched an attack on the military camp ten days ago. That night, heavy snow sealed Mobei, and it was a dead night. Dark clouds covered the moon, and a soldier discovered a white cloud coming from the depths of the distant grassland. The mysterious cloud moved quickly, getting closer and closer.
Only a few hundred meters away from the military camp, the night patrol soldiers discovered that they were all barbarians wearing white battle robes and wearing horses and scimitars. The soldiers' high vigilance and bravery made the enemy abandon three hundred soldiers. After the remaining corpses were found, they fled in a hurry.
General Yang Yan wanted to lead the light cavalry in pursuit, but the heavy snow covered the bows and arrows, froze the swords, guns and armor, blocking the cold light of the weapons. He had no choice but to let the night give the enemy soldiers a chance to escape. The scale of that battle In the small battle, more than 30 of the general's soldiers were killed and more than 60 were injured. The general looked at the soldiers groaning in pain every night with mixed feelings in his heart.
Since the expedition three years ago, the general feels that he has been burdened with too much, including the safety of the soldiers who are like brothers, the peace of the motherland's borders, and the lover who is waiting silently in his heart.
The most terrifying thing is that in the pitch-black night, murderous intentions lurk every step of the way. From ancient times to the present, most of the soldiers guarding the border have narrowly escaped death. Yang Yan cherishes the soldiers and allows everyone to eat meals from his hometown during festivals. .
Yang Yan understood that he was no longer the weak and pampered young man. On the contrary, he had become a pillar that the country could rely on and a general that soldiers could trust with their lives.
Outside the tent, the night in Saibei was still dark and the air was extremely cold. At this time, the ninth day of September, the weather in Mobei was frighteningly cold.
The general's memories stopped a few years ago.
Recalling the south of the Yangtze River, the spring breeze is not as good as yours, the boat is swaying, the land of fireworks in the world, the most beautiful thing is to meet again.
At that time, Yirong also came to Wuting Lake to enjoy the scenery. She came to Guangling a few years ago. Soon, she became an out-and-out Jiangnan girl. Only then did she discover that she was born in Luoyang itself is actually more suitable for the land of Jiangnan. Yi Rong has a wish, which is to paint the most exquisite painting for Guangling when Guangling is at its most beautiful.
Yirong likes to learn painting on weekdays. He has studied art with a teacher since he was a child, and his painting skills are naturally good. Yirong has painted landscapes and fields, as well as pavilions and portraits. Yirong feels that life is The most comfortable moment in my life is sitting under the willow tree by the lake on a sunny afternoon and painting, because it is not only a passion for painting, but also an enjoyment of life. In such comfort, art can sometimes be intoxicating. for a whole day.
An hour later, Yirong's painting was completed. The whole painting was delicate, elegant, graceful and luxurious. The moment Yirong put down the pen, the lively Xuan'er jumped up in admiration.
The painting was completed, but the only thing missing was the person to write the inscription. When Yi Rong and Xuan'er were in sorrow, Yang Yan happened to pass by this place. Perhaps he had a special liking for it, or he had a different taste. Yang Yan looked at Yirong's painting for a while and then said: "The girl is ice-snowy and smart. The painting not only looks broad in vision, but also depicts every specific detail vividly. The various scenes of Guangling's market are reflected in the girl's painting." With a panoramic view, the painter's meticulous work has created a picturesque scene of the mountains and rivers, which is really rare, and I admire you very much."
At this time, Xuan'er said, "This young master's comments are quite reasonable. Yes, Xuan'er felt like she was wandering around in the painting after seeing it. "What the girl said is exactly the same as what the hero said," Yang Yan said from the side.
Yirong Pingting smiled and said: "I have loved painting since I was a child. Every time I finish a painting, I have regrets. That is that my skills in poetry are not very good. Others say that my paintings are good, but none of my paintings are good. How can a good inscription be regarded as a good painting?" Yirong put down the brush and said thoughtfully: "In the past, Mr. Xie Lingyun wrote a lot of poems. The wilderness and the beach are quiet, and the sky is high and the moon is bright.
Every time I read this poem silently, I think it has a beautiful artistic conception. It is a pity that the person who wrote the poem is deceased. I am not lucky enough to have a friend like Mr. Xie in this life. Otherwise, I really should ask for advice, and I will regret this life. ." Yirong looked sad when she said these words.
Upon seeing this, Yang Yan hurriedly saluted the two girls. After thinking for a moment, he said: "Both the girls and I are intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of Guangling. I think they both have a special meaning for this beautiful scenery. Isn't this the same thing?" Where's the wind? If you two girls don't dislike me, I'd like to write an inscription for the girl's masterpiece." Yirong used her hands to tidy up the ends of her hair that had been blown away by the breeze. She turned back to look at Yang Yan and noticed that the person coming here was very elegant. , charming and suave, thinking that he had extraordinary talents, she nodded to Yang Yan to write the inscription. I’ll teach you a lesson for our lady.”
Yang Yan smiled slightly, picked up a pen, and wrote a five-character poem in the blank space in the corner of the painting. The poem was bright, gentle, strong and refreshing; The flowing clouds and flowing water are vigorous and powerful. Yirong felt that such amazing poems and poems by Yang Yan were rare nowadays. She thought that the young man in front of her must come from a scholarly family, otherwise how could he be so good at poetry and poems, so a thought arose deep in her heart. A sense of admiration.
Yirong said: "Thank you very much, Mr. Sir, for writing the inscription for me. It is a kind of fate that we meet each other by chance today. I wonder what your surname is?" , The young lady must be interested in the young master. "I said, my young lady has said this to you, the young master is so lucky." Xuan'er turned her head and looked at the young master in front of her, pouting. He pursed his lips and said in a tone of anger but not anger.
How can there be scenery in this world that is as beautiful as the south of the Yangtze River? It is a pity that the heart is incomplete. I wrote an imperial edict and married to the north of Mobei.
Guangling not only has the most beautiful mountains and rivers in the world , there is also the moonlit night that countless benevolent people yearn for. The light moonlight is like a veil covering the Twenty-Four Bridge and the river. The bright moon reflects the bridge, which is naturally romantic.
Yirong fell in love with Yang Yan’s knowledge, politeness, extraordinary conversation, and kindness in dealing with others. At this time, Yang Yan, just like Yirong said, no matter how sad he was It's not good, but after seeing him, my heart immediately became happy.
In the beautiful scenery, they all felt that they had met the most beautiful each other in their lives, and they had met their best friend who could last forever.
On the day I learned the news, it was drizzling in the sky. The raindrops in front of the eaves formed a string of pearls and fell to the ground. The tall willow trees behind the eaves were looming because they were shrouded in smoke-like fog. Swallows flying from afar fluttered their heads and wings under the eaves. After slapping the rain off their bodies, they plunged into the rain again. The flowers in the yard became more delicate and beautiful after being washed by such gentle rain. .
What a beautiful picture this is. If it were the past, Yirong would have prepared pen and ink together with Xuan'er in the hall, dedicating poems and paintings to the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. From that incident, Yirong I think the most beautiful scenery in the world is the rain in the south of the Yangtze River and the Wuting Bridge where I first met my lover.
However, today, Yirong felt that God's eyes were shedding tears and her heart was dripping with blood.
Yirong walked into the rain curtain, and the smooth raindrops rolled down on Princess Yirong’s beautiful cheeks. Yes, the rain in her hometown was still so warm and refreshing, but Yirong knew that in the future, this kind of The feeling only appeared in dreams. Thinking of this, Yirong shed crystal tears from the corners of her eyes. She didn't want to leave her boudoir, her relatives, and everything in her hometown. "Miss, change your clothes, be careful if you catch a cold." Xuan'er shouted to Yirong at the door of the house.
However, Xuan'er's voice was covered up by the sound of raindrops. Seeing that her words were not heard by the lady, Xuan'er came over and stood next to Yirong. Xuan'er knew that the lady was sad, but she She didn't know what to say, so she could only stand aside. Their hair was soaked by the rain and became strands. Yirong knew that no matter what, they would say goodbye forever.
Two days later, the weather improved. There were white clouds floating in the sky. The sky was clear, half white clouds and half blue sky. Guangling City was filled with the fragrance of earth, and the smell of Refreshing after the rain.
When she got married, she closed her boudoir and said goodbye to the maid Xuan'er who had served her for several years. She looked at the drops of water dripping from the eaves and looked at the voices in the courtyard after the rain. Flower stamens, Yirong's heart was broken, but Yirong still took her steps, taking every step so carefully and reluctantly, passing by the corridor lined with red columns in the garden, Yirong opened the birdcage , he released the parrot he had raised for several years. This bird was humane and refused to fly away. After that, he accompanied Yi Rong to Beiting, thousands of miles away. Thinking that she was about to say goodbye to all of this, Yirong didn't realize that her cheeks were covered with tears.
When the motorcade arrived at the city gate of Guangling, her father and queen came to say goodbye. Yirong just hugged her mother and said goodbye. She ignored her cruel father from the beginning to the end because she felt like this It was better not to have a father. The motorcade had gone far away. Yirong opened the curtains of the carriage and stuck his head out to look at the road he came from. He found that his father was just a thin old man, who looked frail in the wind. Look, you know, her father used to be so great in her heart, but at this moment,..., Yirong didn't dare to think about it anymore, watching her father standing at the gate of the city watching her daughter leave until he disappeared from sight.
After traveling thousands of miles and crossing the surging Yellow River, the team escorting Princess Yirong to the Dudu tribe finally arrived at the bank of the Yimin River. There is no bustle and hustle and bustle of the city here, but thousands of miles of grassland. With the white sheep, Princess Yirong stepped out of the carriage and looked at the crystal clear water of Yimin River. She knew that she was about to reach her destination. Looking at the eagle flying in the sky, Princess Yirong wiped away her tears. She knew that her heart should be like the eagle, flying to the depths of the grassland, never looking back, and no longer having any concern for the south.
So Princess Yirong stroked the carrier pigeon she had brought with her all the way, looked back at the way she came for the last time, and then threw the carrier pigeon into the sky. The pigeon drew a beautiful arc in the sky. Line, this line flew to the beautiful Guangling with the words Princess Yirong wanted to say to Yang Yan, and flew to the Twenty-Four Bridge, cutting off the missing people and cutting off the last connection between Yirong and her motherland.
Jiuzhou Fangwen? Story Collection