I climbed Beacon Tower, overlooking the battlefield by sand erosion. The roar of the drums and the soldiers roar came from the horizon, echoed in the empty distance between heaven and earth. My heart, such as static lake, gradually be suffused with to open a circle of ripples. A drop of water, I was in the hollow of his hand tightly. The drop of water for me, is my whole world.

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.

Losing a drop of water, a reel, enough......

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