在很久很久以前,有一天夜里,在边关的城墙上,几个手持刀枪弓箭的士兵正在巡逻。突然,一个士兵指着前方的山头惊叫一声:“烽火!”大家定睛一看,前方山上果然燃起一堆堆熊熊大火。“火速报警!”士兵们急速赶到高高的烽火台上,点燃了一大堆柴草。片刻间,只见身后一座座烽火台上一堆又一堆的火光冲天而起,在向远处的将军报告敌兵入侵的情况。很多很多年过去了,一条大道旁的驿站前,一匹奔跑得筋疲力尽的马浑身汗湿,一个差役气喘吁吁地从马背上滚落在地, A long, long time ago, on the night of the night, several soldiers holding knives and guns and bow and arrow were patrolling the border city walls. Suddenly, a soldier pointed to the front of the hill screamed: “flames!” We take a closer look, in front of the mountains really lit a pile of raging fire. “Rush alarm!” Soldiers quickly rushed to a tall beacon, lit a lot of firewood. A moment later, I saw a pile of fire flames on the beacon tower behind me, rising up in the distance to report the generals enemy invasion. Many, many years later, in front of a boulevard inn, a run-exhausted horse covered in sweat, a staff member gasped breathlessly from the horse’s back to the ground,