The sad and hoarse notes of the Irish bagpipe spread out the distant mountains and long rivers of the Scottish Highlands, where the little boy grew up, with blue eyes without any impurities, messy hair tied up at the ends of his hair, and sackcloth. , Guarding his father's "See you tomorrow" words, looking at the indigo sky and the wilderness in the distance, waiting for his father to return. Early in the morning, the kid who fetched water saw someone coming back and ran over with a grin, but didn't see a figure he was familiar with. An ox cart does not seem to carry anything lightly. You can't say that he doesn't know, then suddenly The aggravated breathing has leaked his guess that he is just a child and he wants to escape. He turned around, looked straight into the distance, poured out the water in the bucket, until someone called his name, turned around dumbly and arched himself like a hedgehog.
The pastor chanted I don’t know the scriptures. The boy stood there with his head down and motionless watching his relative who smiled at him yesterday was covered in soil. He didn’t even cry during the whole process. Can you understand it? It’s not that he didn’t want to, but he Forgot how to express, he didn't even really understand what they were doing, how to explain death, how to make a child support such a heavy life, a person... that girl secretly looked at him until everyone left. When she went, her mother also took her to leave. She broke away from her mother's hand, picked a purple thistle, pulled his sleeve, bit her lip and handed it to him. She knew he was sad, and the boy took it. Flowers, there are tears in the eyes. There was a muffled thunder in the distance, and at this moment, with warmth, he returned to the world with feelings, tears rolled hurriedly, and he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end. The forbearance of the corners of the mouth and the tears that shed are for no reason. It hurts people. Later I learned that thistle flower is the national flower of Scotland, and the flower language is independent and fair. The person who helped you when you were most difficult is the warmth you will never forget in your life.
The grown-up boy returned to his homeland, and his thoughts about that purple thistle unsurprisingly contributed to the love. Compared with Wallace’s wedding, what impressed me the most was the wedding of the woman who was taken away from the right of the first night. She Wearing a plain bridal gown, a ribbon full of flowers and plants, and a wreath of wild flowers on her head, she is beautiful with just a little bit of pink and white. She pulled away the hand of the soldier who was binding her, took it away and put it on her husband’s neck. Her sharp blade, the infinite lingering farewell to the one she loves, the close cheeks, the gentle whispers, and the kisses of goodbye, she did all this slowly, magnifying so much reluctance, nostalgia and hidden fear , Her heart belongs to him only, he knows.
That day, with a light breeze and drizzle, they rode on the wilderness and scared away a group of wild birds. The steeds stepped on the wild flowers and stepped out bursts of fragrance. On the horseback, her lips rose, her hair flew, they passed through River, riding up the hill, he was erudite, wise, and affectionate. She was kind, simple and astute. They sat on the post and watched the last sunset in the sky. When parting, he smiled and gave her a handkerchief, and she unfolded, that A purple thistle bloomed silently, blooming for many years...
That night, she was just a woman who admired the hero and stayed with the one she loved. That night, he was just an ordinary man, sincere for her kindness. Impressed, she kissed him in the morning light, her knee-length hair fell softly, gleaming in the sunlight, she couldn't bear to let go of his hand, she knew that when she let it go, it was close to the end of the world, she It is the British princess, he is a national hero, and there will be no day to gather, and the figure looking far away hides how lonely.
I still remember that Isabelle suppressed the turbulent emotions in her heart and begged the cruel father and son. After their merciless rejection, she leaned over to the English king who couldn’t speak. There was an unconcealable determination and hatred on that face with oriental charm. ，She said to him "You see... death comes to us all. But before it comes to you, know this... Your blood dies with you. A child who is not of your line grows in my belly. Your son will not sit long on the throne, I swear it." The hatred between her lips and teeth made her shoulders tremble when she talked. When the love reached this point, the hatred became so strong, and suddenly, the tears of hatred also changed. You have to be moving, like Sophie, probably from here.
He rejected Isabelle’s poison. He didn’t care about the saliva and rotten vegetables that fell on him. The deceived subjects were just doing what they thought was right. Only the child, pure white face, gray eyes, quiet. He smiled at him and turned his head to one side, and he also tilted his head slightly to respond to him, only this heart was pure and clean. He was subjected to all kinds of torture, and she could only sit in the attic, listening to the cry downstairs, the pain in her heart was surging, but she was unable to change the slightest. The sun hit her side face, the tears slipped silently, and those forbearing emotions made her Heartaches. The criminal law was gradually upgraded, and his friends hiding under Xingtai were also silently saying "mercy". Finally, someone in the crowd called out "mercy!" , Still silent, finally, in the silence, he exhausted his life to shout out the last word "Freedom", everyone was moved... In the end, he found her in the crowd, and she stood there quietly , Smiled at him, and under the veil of one party, the veil of that party stained with the blood of the two of them slowly fell...
The Scottish War of Independence in the twelfth century came slowly to us along the bagpipes. Not only Scotland, all nations are pursuing freedom and peace in the infinite time in the past and in the future. Fight for the one you love, fight for the one you want to protect. "Your heart is free. Have the courage to follow it." The wind pursuing freedom quietly blows from a certain corner of time, wandering through the gaps of every time, telling the eternal "Freedom!"
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