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In the grasslands of the north sea, he waved the sheep whip, still looking at the south, firmly holding the han dynasty, the continuous section of this country gives his mission, he stood still with tianshan snow with a party.
Sunset XieHui, whip whipped the north land, sheep flock here running, he chose the shepherd, chose to adhere to 19 years in the desolate desert.
Remember, li ling brings prosperity between the near mountains, and as long as he gently lower the bow, prosperity, kam cap mink fur, you can, but Su Wu didn't do it, he will be the cup is full of temptations wine down heavily, his wins-a-comin, with "please finish today's drink, XiaoSi in front" to dispel the khan down wu fantasy, he still insist on the faith of the heart and wealth like dirt, resolutely cast off jin mo mink fur coat. Su Wu is not a saint, but he stuck to the mission, don't want to do shameless mean person turn traitor for personal gain, he willingly waste a holy flawless on the tianshan snow lotus, would rather stick to life, for the rest of your life with cold air company.
Desert landscape is unique, August is the snow, the snow with the branch, Su Wu even sometimes mistakenly thought it was the spring of chang 'an, night spring breeze, thousands of critics, pear flower, tree becomes changan, he could fight back with north wild goose flying Hu Tian of homesickness, tears could fight back with interacting with solitary hill, in a foreign land, tore heart crack lung of pain. Busy chang 'an becomes changan, touch the sill of the bar, listening to the lake lotus bloom is filar silk rain, charactizing a fine spring day, joy. He cry in the dream, hand grip the side of the continuous section, believed to have a belong to the han day, more in the north sea shepherd constant belief.
Early in the morning of the north sea are still HanHai crisscross baizhang ice, fraught the coagulation, day after day, how many years wield whips, continuous section heads in the hands of I don't know when to have stripped nude, clear like the water through the sheep's eyes, he saw the profuse manage cloud, to see the time in the face of all the appearance of wrinkles. How many years, he kept snapping in ice snow swallow clearly felt not Yan memory, heavy snow, a piece of white, the cold winds blow and he was shuddering and curled up in a ice, her arms tightly holding the body, it is more and more cold, he swallowed a thick blanket, only to wait for days clear up, only to belong to the han, just to save moral integrity. Stick to it all the way, he will never forget is loyal to the country to die mission. Nineteen years of today, he is already a headful of manage cloud, he insisted on sheep and singing in the north sea, in the vast frozen, wanli very loud voice on the north sea, singing the desert sands, sing him after chang and his motherland.
He is going to home, that is the north wind cold palate with face and couldn't help career. That is stuck to tears, tears is loyalty to the details of the han dynasty. He still insisted on holding shed light continuous section heads, nineteen years of age, immaculate continuous rod always hanging on his sincere without my heart.
Goose across the north sea, left his heart back to the early han dynasty, the smoke still haunt the fortress of sheep in the meadow, written in the footprints of their Su Wu insisted.
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