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Chapter 72

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    Jiaohe Station.

    ? Attractions that were not in the plan were purely driven by.  But seeing the towering towers of the khaki post station from a distance, I was inexplicably attracted to it.

    Summer is like a fire, and the sun is so dazzling.  The heat in the post station is scorching hot, perhaps because of the low humidity, it is not uncomfortable, but feels refreshingly hot.

    This feeling is amazing, never had before.  Maybe I am used to the hot and humid weather in the south, so the heat without a trace of moisture is special and blazing.

    Although the post station is rebuilt, there is no nondescript mix-and-match style of ancient and modern, and the degree of restoration is very high.  All traces of modernity are placed in the corner as low-key as possible.

    A circle of earth walls and post buildings, the essence of sandy soil, rough and mottled, without any traces of long-winded carvings.  The ground is also the same yellow sand, which is a bit harsh to walk on, but I really like to hear the sound of shoes rubbing against sand and gravel.

    Along the wall, there is a pergola aisle built by a row of wooden pillars, the original wood color, and the top is covered with straw of the same color.

    There is very little green in the station, and they are all low shrubs.  Except for the blue sky above the head, the eyes are full of sandy yellow, but it doesn't make people feel monotonous.  On the contrary, I feel solid and heavy.  It is a place where travelers who have traveled long distances can rest in peace.

    ? Cen Shen, a frontier poet, is the third chancellor of the country's Liuye family, but his official career is not satisfactory.  Fame is only obtained from horses. He is really a hero and a husband. At thirty, he served as a soldier and went to the Western Regions twice.

    Among the cultural relics unearthed in Jiaohe Posthouse, there is the horse account of this great poet.

    "The grassy yellow horses of the Xiongnu are fattening, and the smoke and dust are flying in the west of Jinshan, and the generals of the Han family go out to the west. The generals never take off their golden armor at night, and the army fights in the middle of the night. The limelight is like a knife, and the face is like a cut.  Flowers and money are swirled to make ice, and the grass and inkstone in the curtain are condensed."

    "Looking at the black smoke and dust from the west of the garrison building, the Han soldiers are stationed in Luntai. The general Yongyan goes out to the west, and the army marches in Pingming playing the flute. The drums are beating on all sides, the snow and the sea are surging, and the three armies are shouting that the mountains are moving.  The bones are wrapped around the grass roots, the sword river is windy and the clouds are wide, and the sand mouth is frozen and the horse's hooves fall off."

    "The general's horn bow cannot be controlled, and the iron coat of the general's guard is hard to wear."

    "One after another, the snow falls to the gate of the gate, and the red flag is frozen by the wind."

    Standing by the stable, a little absent-minded.  Drinking trough, hay table, saddle frame, each one is simple and neat.  There are poems chanted repeatedly in the stereo, and a zither song whose name I can't remember at the moment.

    It seems that at any time we can see the tired traveler coming from the blazing sun, leading the horse and carrying the documents.  Here they rest, change horses, supplies, talk and drink with travelers from all over the world.  It is about gold and iron horses, magnificent rivers and mountains, life ambitions, and family thoughts These have long been lost in the yellow sand, lost in the day after day.

    When he walked out of the post station, he was not in a very high mood, probably because he was exhausted from the heat.  I bought a local popsicle at the door and bit it in my mouth. It was the color of jasper, and the entrance was full of the scent of cantaloupe, and I was immediately revived with blood.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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