Insufficient balance

  The sky is high and the clouds are light, the sea is vast and the sky is empty. The blue sky is like a wash, the green mountains are like a painting. But what's not in harmony with this is an endless stream of refugees as far as the eye can see, their dark and oppressive atmosphere yet somehow transmitting a faint song, no need to think about it, that's me.

  Since that night conversation, I found that singing is also a good way to relieve my mood. Along the way, whenever I felt good, I would burst into song and teach those young men to sing as well. Of course, the best audience was my subordinates. At first, I sang "Shan Dan Dan", "The flower blooms in the mountains, ... the red fire" and everyone around me suddenly fell silent, looking at me with surprise, wondering if I sang badly. I asked Vice General Wei Tao behind me, "Did I sing poorly?" He hesitated for a moment, then strangely asked back, "Not really, was your ancestor from Guanzhong too?" "No, I learned it from others," and everyone sighed in amazement. Then, at their request, which made them feel very close to me, I sang a few more Shaanxi folk songs like "Lan Hua Hua".

  Then the young people's voices of various lengths and colors, sang in unison, although some were not quite uniform, but also made a shocking atmosphere. Whether or not it was really pleasant to the ear (I believe that even if someone had an opinion, no one dared to protest), it dispersed a lot of the depressing atmosphere of the fugitives' gloomy escape.

  As for the song "Wolf from the North", how did they think it was a Turkic folk song, and said that if I didn't know my background, I would have thought I was a Turk. I thought about it carefully and remembered that in this era, some nomadic peoples such as Turks and Khitans regarded wolves as spiritual symbols and worshipped them as totems for their tribes. This song of mine seems to be a reflection of their hearts, haha.

  All of this dates back to my poor childhood, born in the 70s and 80s, single-parent family, my father who was busy with his academic work had no time to teach me nursery rhymes, so he would play a bunch of old records like "Little Erhei's Wedding", "Yan Yan Makes a Match", "Kangding Love Song", "Walking West" and "The Story of Liu Village" to pass the time, which poisoned me from a young age, I was familiar with them by ear, and when coaxing my younger sister, I didn't sing less.

  Of course I didn't notice that these so-called folk songs also included some classic love songs to a certain extent.

  In another part of the team, there were some reflections on different audiences. An old and majestic voice said, "Dong Qing, what is this tune? It sounds smooth." "Returning to the official's house, according to the old slave's thinking, looking at the tone, it's probably the folk song of Guanzhong Sanqin, and the intention is still the Zheng Wei style of men and women yearning for each other." "Your Majesty, I have also heard that people in Fan Hu's land like to sing to express their feelings and convey their thoughts. Marriage, funeral, wedding, and all sorts of things can be sung about. It seems it should be so." "Hehe, it looks like this child is also a sentimental person. Liang Qing, I'm getting more interested." At that moment, some ideas had already formed in his mind.

  In the late afternoon, the air of early autumn is filled with the fragrance of newly cut grass and wood. The faint sunset has faded into the sky. Now the sky is gradually darkening, birds are returning to their nests, and the noisy crowd has stopped. Rarely today, that little troublemaker Xiao Yu is not by my side, and those little guys have also been sent away to digest the lessons I assigned them. I can finally be alone for a while.

  I crouched in a relatively comfortable posture behind a thicket, in front of which was a quiet and shallow small river and some beautiful things. According to certain YY laws, under such an environment, the probability of encountering a beauty bathing naked and then having to offer one's body or create a passionate emotional entanglement is quite high.

  Although the current scene is still a distance from the expected value, it's quite cool and refreshing. According to the female beauty's natural love for cleanliness, the beauties around the old emperor have been mixed in with the large crowd of people for several days, only able to slightly wipe their faces with water, enduring relatively hard work. Now that they finally have this opportunity, they shouldn't miss the chance to dress up properly. Currently, my subordinates are responsible for guarding the perimeter, so under the name of patrolling the surroundings, I can hide in a comfortable position and leisurely appreciate the beautiful scenery by the small river.

  Because those women fled in a hurry and didn't have time to change into clean clothes, many of them were still wearing the light, thin, cool and refreshing summer clothing from the palace. Especially when the weather was hot and they lifted their hems and sleeves as much as possible, the exposed skin with powder and jade-like complexion made people wish they had a few more pairs of eyes to gaze at it.

  Now my heart is only madly thinking of one sentence "Splash, splash, splash quickly..." Because there are no people around, the beauties have relaxed their mood, and some playful girls can't help but play with water, splashing each other and playing together. The splashed water flies everywhere, and the places that get splashed are covered by light and soft summer clothes that can't hide the good things, which is more tempting than nothing. It makes me regret reading too many books and not keeping my 2.0 vision, and I wish I could turn into a telescope to see more clearly. In the midst of the girls' laughter and play, all I see are those moving jade arms, beautiful legs, icy skin, fragrant shoulders, and powdery backs, a dazzling and seductive scene.

  In the field of vision, there were also some women who, for the convenience of wiping, pulled their skirt sleeves as high as possible, and the narrow skirt that was tied up could not cover up the quite hot figure, exposing the beautiful curves to the air without reservation, making people feel a bit overwhelmed. And when they untied their skirts and stretched their slender jade hands in, gently stroking those invisible yet easily imagined body parts, the comfort revealed in their eyes made my certain parts openly betray my will, and the warm nosebleed eagerly jumped out at the first moment.

  Last year, due to the virus, all the accumulated manuscripts and a large collection of cat pictures were formatted together by the virus. Now, I am recovering fragments from memory one after another, but the connection between the front and back texts is a big problem. The cat doesn't want everyone to see too much chaos, so for everyone's expectations, the cat can only say sorry.