The snow all over the sky and fields is falling, attacking people's internal organs ragingly. A team is moving forward with difficulty in this ice and snow.

"General, the river ahead has been frozen and I don't know how to move forward," a pathfinder reported.

"Order, wrap the horses' hooves with straw and advance in batches." His words were crisp and loud, as if he had really experienced thousands of battles.

They set up camp on the hills beside the desert. Candlelight shone through the white tent. He held a military book and read it carefully. He didn't seem to be tired at all. Thirty-six stratagems, beauty traps. I guess I

I fell into Xin'er's beauty trap. Otherwise, why would I be so obsessed with her?

The soldiers were all asleep, but the light in his tent was still on. Sometimes he took out the sword. The bright light of the sword seemed to be dancing lightly with the sword, and the sound of her flute came back to his mind.

Their love today is so perfect. Her smile blooms like a flower in his mind.

I sat alone in my boudoir and took out the picture of the triumphal army. The colors are mainly cool and the writing is delicate. I am afraid it is difficult to buy such a thin needle. The color gradation is not very obvious, but it is in the same color.

There are so many different shades in the series, and this line seems to have to run a few more times. The light and dark levels of the shirt are different, the beard is not long, and it is probably difficult to hide the needle holes when tightening the needle.

This painting project is so huge that it will probably be difficult to complete in three years. But for you, I will definitely do it. I bought 100 of the finest needles. But they are still not thin enough. I believe that as long as an iron pestle is ground into a needle.

If you persist, you will definitely succeed. It took ten nights.

The needle has become as thin as a hair. Now the traces of embroidery can no longer be seen. In order to try the needle, I inserted the needle between my fingers, and blood came out gurglingly. I sucked the blood dry. Since I was a child, I have

I'm used to having my hands stabbed. What surprised me was that there was no trace of being stabbed. Only light red blood reflected lightly on my fingertips.

I laughed, for the first time since he left.

My mother shook her head helplessly. I soaked the dark silk thread in different water, including spring water, river water, and tea water. After a day, I dried it, and it turned out to be different shades of color. I

I was very happy. After several attempts, I finally found the colors I wanted. I also bought the embroidery fabric. I stared at this painting for 10 days, but I still didn’t know where to start.

February, a valley. Maybe there, my emotions can be released and I can find some inspiration. Brother Yin should also be here.

As I walked along the stream, I heard the sound of spring water. The source was a patch of dandelions. The cute little umbrellas were fluttering in the wind. I watched them float into the distance. I wonder if they can carry me.

I miss you so much. Brother Yin, are you okay now? I'm walking in the valley again, but it's a lot more desolate here. I haven't been here for a long time.

This place seemed to have changed. The grass was all gone. This time I sighed heavily as I walked on the road.

"It is raining outside the pearl curtain, and it is slightly cold on the Dongting Lake. It is difficult to fall asleep on the brocade quilt and jade pillow. The glitz and glamor of the world has turned away. When will we meet again?

The fallen leaves return to the dust, the autumn geese cry and chase the wind, and when we meet on a hazy rainy night, we realize that our years have passed by and the hardest thing is to look back."
Chapter completed!