A drop of water, in the long sand, without a clear, a turbid; a little sweet, a bitter. It's not a drop of water, but a drop of tears.
It is still like yesterday, a scrawny horse, a package and a long knife is all my luggage. I drink water in the Yellow River, saw the black sun, and only travel over land and water, for the father of military. Mulan, I got this name from thousands of miles away from here. The battlefield, is undoubtedly the place of execution, a fresh life, or forced, or voluntary, or helpless, here. They have only two results -- back alive, but gathers, chat as filial piety; die here, and the company, as a grain of sand in the sand. In the smell of blood, sad and desperate place, I spent many a sleepless night, missing from coming in from all sides, firmly entangled with me, let me suffocate. I asked her gently, it is worth? Although the long hair is up, put on men's clothing, can I still a need to be parents dote on woman, I don't want to military life. Time to escape in the struggle, the pain and longing, when the white skin become dry land, when the soft hands grow thick calluses, I realized, I had no other way out. Ten years of youth disappeared suddenly, I didn't have a drop of tears, only the hands, it is all of my life.
Water, glided noiselessly, infiltrating the raging sand; tears, quietly fall, halo boudoir in white silk. I slowly spread away, the tears quietly lying in my hand, the light from coming in from all sides, palms refraction into numerous world. I seem to see sitting outside hope I return my parents, see tears in front of my red secretly sister...... All that, accumulate in the tears.
I threw a reel, "bang", the tears fell to the ground, the sound is so light, I heard the voice of the heart. Suddenly, my whole world be reduced to fragments, fragments were sand blown into the air, or disappear into loess, not see.
A drop of tears, reflects ten years of good appearance; a handful of loess, buried many heroes?
Extended slightly trembling hands, I stare at the sun through the gap, the glare of the sun so that I could not open my eyes, it is a drop of water. I have no strength to leave it, the most precious drop has been the fate of a joke -- Shenjiao me, ten years as a moment, my world is like the drop of water disappeared forever.