“塞翁失马,安知非福, 安知非福……”魂魄飘荡时,我常听后人如此谈说:“福之为祸,祸之为福,化不可及,深不可测。”——我惨笑,人之无奈至于斯——我便是众人传谈的“故事”中,那个断了腿的儿子。我从小长在边关,这里自古便是战场。“君不见,青海头,古来白骨无人收。”黄帝北逐獯鬻,秦时筑起长城;当此百废待兴之际,就成了匈奴频繁入侵的边郡。荒草缠白骨,阴风鬼夜哭。夜间炉边,我无数次听祖父讲起胡骑的残暴。他眼角的皱纹,仿佛刻入了每一次惨绝的杀戮。语音中透出劫后孤城的惨淡腐朽,我却闻到了战火未熄的浓重血腥。 “Seieng lost his horse, and Ann Zhifei is not good, Ann Zhifei is not blessed...” When the soul drifts, I often listen to later generations to talk like this: “Blessing is a curse, and evil is a blessing, it is out of reach, unfathomable.”— I smirk, and I feel helpless to Sri Lanka - I was the son of the broken leg in the story of the crowd. I grew up at the border, which has been a battlefield since ancient times. “I don’t see you. Qinghai’s head has never been accepted by ancient people.” Huang Di’s ancestral princes and Qin dynasty built the Great Wall. At this time, he became a county where the Huns frequently invaded. Wild grass wrapped around the bones, Yinfeng ghost night crying. At night by the fireside, I listened to my grandfather and talked about Hu Bing’s brutality many times. The wrinkles in his eyes were as if they were carved into every tragic killing. The bleakness of the isolated city after the robbery was revealed in the voice, but I smelled the strong blood of the war.