Three months later, Hokuriku ushered in its spring.
The wind brought moisture and warmth from the Bohai Sea. The huge ice armor is cracked, the snow is flowing in the cracks, and the long-lost land is exposed to the sun again, breathing fresh air, the grassy grass is drilling out of the ground, and the endless tender green seems to be from the depths of the earth. The green spring water rushes to the horizon along the rolling grasslands.
The climbing chrysanthemum is the first to bloom. It is said that it is a chrysanthemum. It is actually a weed, squatting on the ground, and opening a small yellow flower, which is the most resistant to desert. As long as they have roots, they are not dead. When spring comes, two slender stems are born from the leaves, and the yellowish five-petal flowers are opened.
The original Fangfang was the most popular place for the whole of Cangzhou to climb the chrysanthemum. It was a flowering sea and flower, and it was over the green of the horse grass. The tender yellow flower tide stretched all the way to the sky, forming a huge flower that could not be seen. .
More than 50 years ago, the emperor of Donglu Fengyan, who shocked the entire barbarian, also withdrew from the original Fang in the early spring of April. At that time, the sun was shining through the grasslands, and the wind ran over the earth. Thousands of small yellow flowers swayed, obscuring the bones left by the brutal war in the harsh winter.
The vast grasslands are covered with a golden sun.
“Is it the gold of the barbarian?” Feng Yandi said before leaving. “The vitality of this land is far from perfect.”
The barbarian always has a kind of unclear feelings about the climbing daisy. In the splendid April, when the young people who are eager to try put the wild fox skins outside the tents of the girls in the spring, the parents of the girls often look at them. No, let them sneak up on the horse and squat on the grassland.
Two black and white horses rushed down the grass slope. The traces of the horse’s yellow flowers seem to be two knives, piercing the silence of the spring.
Both of them are ponys that have grown up in the first place. The chest is already quite wide, and the skinny legs are stunned. The muscles that run out of the body are shaking like water waves. The knight on horseback is also a teenager. At the age of twelve or three, he wore a sleeveless soft palate made up of foxholes and perforations. It is the clothing that the barbarian rich children like.
The teenagers held the bow, their hands were separated from each other, and they were calm and calm on the undulating horse’s back. The small yellow flowers were swung up by the horseshoes, and the surplus fell, like a light yellow snow rising behind the horse. The two rides competed, and before and after, the riding was comparable.
The horns in the hands of the teenagers are two and a half feet long. The sandalwood is a string of ribs and is a large bow type used by adults. The string of the wolf was put on the bowstring. The eyes of both people chased the little white thing in front of it. It glimpsed between the yellow flowers and grasses near the height, and ran wildly with the flexible word line.
There are only twenty or thirty feet left in the prey, and the front is wide open. Small things also know the crisis, and they want to escape from the east and west, but they are not as good as horses. The young man riding a white horse is riding a mount, and the white horse is screaming and slamming, and instantly surpasses the black horse and half a horse. It was at this moment that he had one arm and the corner bow was full, and the arrow of the black edge flickered in the sun. The black warrior’s young warrior was anxious, and he also used a force to mount the mount. The black horse struggled and grabbed the white horse. The black boy’s body slanted, blocking the sight of his companions. He only had an instant chance, but the instantaneous advantage was enough. He pulled the corner bow all the way, and the arrow locked the prey that suddenly jumped.
The harsh whistling sounds behind his back!
“It’s an arrow!” The black boy’s heart was cold, and he turned back and looked up at the sky involuntarily. A figure is on the top of his head, covering the glare of the sun, and the sun is glazed with a dazzling golden glow on the figure.
“Bazza!” The boy of the black horse shouted the name of his companion.
Bazaar leaped from the saddle and flew on the saddle bridge to release the arrow. Innocent to his “Eagle Eye Lang” nickname, the bowstring screamed, the feather arrow flashed like a flash, but the hunted prey was nailed back into the grass.
Bazaar landed, did not stop, rushed to catch up, grabbed in the grass, and grabbed the small things in the arrow. It was a small white rabbit with a white brush on it. It was more conspicuous. Although he was in the middle of the arrow, he was still struggling with two front paws. The arrow penetrated its round small tail and did not hurt it.
“It’s mine! I shot first, my brother lost again!” Shot in the rabbit, Bazaar’s excitement was written on his face. He picked up the rabbit’s ears and danced there, and learned the crab steps, making faces to his brother.
His brother Baru took a dark horse and glanced at him. He was not happy, but there was no way.
Baru and Bazaar are the two sons of the Qingyang general Ba Shu. The names of Dong Luwen are Tie Yan and Iron Leaf. They are only one year old and are accompanied by the son Azul. Both are the bravest of the aristocratic children, and the Balu swordsman is extraordinary, but riding on the shot, the younger brother Bazaar is flexible and more dominant.
Baru and his younger brothers hunted and hunted. They always lost more and more. They just blocked their brother’s sight. It’s already a slapstick, but the younger brother volleyed the arrow and made no arrows. He knew that he was riding a long distance, but he refused to admit it.
“Don’t shoot the rabbit, how many times have you won than the knife?” Baru muttered.
Bazaar ran back to his white horse and picked up one eye and spit his tongue: “Yak yak.”
Baru is a burly, brute force, but not flexible. There is a nickname for “Yak”. Bazaar has been laughing at this brother, and he is not tired.
“You!” Baru jerked his head and stared at his brother.
He didn’t have the spirit of Bazaar. Sometimes he was bullied and couldn’t stand it. He would be angry and put his brother on the ground to make a vent. Bazaar was also a little afraid of his anger and snorted: “Don’t say it, don’t say it.”
Baru suddenly felt a little uneasy, looking around and looking around: “Strange, what about the world? Where did the world go?”
Bazaar also stunned and thought of this: “Well, it’s weird. I’m still riding behind, but I can’t see the shadow.”
Baru urged the horse to rush to the nearby grassy slopes and turned around irritably. Here you can look at the four or five miles, but a piece of yellow grassland, a figure can not be seen. Baru’s face gradually changed and he was stretched. Bazaar was a little scared and did not dare to speak out.
“But you said that today you look at the world, you know that you are strong!” Baru finally got angry, hate to push his brother down from the horse. “It’s a big deal to shoot a rabbit, and the world is gone.” What can I do?”
Bazaar fell in the chrysanthemum, but it did not hurt, did not dare to refute, grabbed his head and whispered: “Shizi, Shizi, good to say, sooner or later was also abolished by the Maharaja. But it is the same child as us. If you lose yourself, you will come back. Who will harm him?”
