1. Composition written in the first person
I am the national treasure giant panda. My head is round, my tail is short, and my whole body is round. Don't think that my eyes are big. In fact, there is a circle of black hair around my eyes, and my small eyes are hidden in the middle. I only live in the high mountains and deep valleys of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, where there are patches of bamboo, especially my favorite arrow bamboo. I like to eat non-stop every day. I eat 12-38 kilograms of bamboo in one day, which is amazing! My ancestor Laolaolaolaolaolao panda existed as early as 2-3 million years ago, so I am also called a "living fossil".
Our family has always lived a very happy life, and you also like our naivety very much. However, I gradually feel that life is getting more and more difficult. Because of the deforestation, our area of ??activity is getting smaller and smaller, disappearing at a rate of 2.5 square kilometers every year; because I only live in China, many bad people have arrested us and smuggled us abroad. Exhibition... Such a difficult life made me haggard. I looked for food everywhere while hiding in fear of being caught. Fortunately, the country designated us as a national first-level protected animal and designated the area where we live as a national nature reserve. Our happy life has returned and we have become cuter. In April last year, our family’s golden girls, Tuan Tuan and Yuanyuan, went to Taiwan on behalf of the motherland to convey the wishes of the people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait for an early reunion. This is the most glorious thing in the history of our family. Looking back, I am still excited! 2. The composition is written in the first person.
It was a Friday night, the moon was shining on the earth. My brother and I were watching the evening scene in the sky in the yard. Suddenly, I remembered something, So, I said to my brother: "Brother, the moonlight is so bright tonight, let's go out and fly a kite!" My brother said: "Okay! Sister, although no one flies kites at night, we can come up with an innovation!" I My brother and I quickly walked into the house and took out the kite.
The two of us took the kite to the open field. It was just flat, with no trees or telephone poles. It was a place for flying kites. Good place. When I got there, I held the spool and my brother held the kite. I started flying, and I said loudly: "Fly!" My brother sent the kite into the sky. I held the spool above my head and ran forward. I ran and put out the line, and I quickly put the kite into the sky. The kite flew higher and higher, and my brother and I laughed happily. However, the good times did not last long, and the kite hung on the ground for some reason. On a big tree. "What can we do?" my brother said anxiously. I had no choice. The two of us were like ants on a hot pot, anxious. At this time, I remembered what the teacher said in class. The words: "No matter what happens, don't be nervous, be calm, and be calm, so that you can come up with a solution." Yes, ah, I have it. I broke the string of the kite, and then, with the wind Send the thread up. Well, a gust of wind blew and the kite fell from the tree. I hurriedly walked over and picked up the kite. Under the moonlight, I saw that the kite was not broken. I immediately connected the broken thread on the kite to the spool. .Then, I took the kite and ran again. Soon, the kite was flown up for me again. 3. How to write an essay about apples. Write it in the first person of mine." 408 words
There are many varieties of fruits. , there are watermelons that are the best among melons, lychees that are the queen among fruits, and grapes that are the pearls in the water...but my favorite thing to eat is apples.
Apples are round and like oranges. Big and small. The whole body is slippery. The unripe apples are green, and the green "territory" is slowly occupied by red. Finally, the apples are overripe and turn into deep red. The first bite was bitter and astringent, and it was extremely unpalatable. When it was cooked, a refreshing fragrance hit my nostrils, making me want to eat it all. It was so sweet that the more I ate, the more I wanted to eat it, and the more I ate it, the more I loved it.
Cut the apple open, the flesh is white, the seeds inside are black, and there is fresh juice. The whole apple tastes sweet, crispy and delicious, and the flesh is delicious. It is refreshing from the tip of the tongue to the heart. Its taste, color, and shape are all very special Cute, round, like a little lantern. Apples not only taste good, they also have many functions.
Eating apples regularly can lower blood lipids, lower blood pressure, prevent cancer, have anti-cancer effects, strengthen bones, maintain acid-base balance, and lose weight. There is a proverb in the West: "An apple a day keeps the doctor away." Among many fruits, apples can be said to be the most common and peaceful one. But its nutritional value is not enough for me. "Among the many fruits, apples can be said to be the most common and peaceful ones. But its nutritional value cannot be underestimated. Traditional Chinese medicine believes that it can nourish the lungs, strengthen the spleen and appetizer. Nutritional analysis points out that apples contain A variety of fructose, and contains a variety of organic acids, pectin and trace elements, fiber, vitamins, minerals, polyphenols and flavonoid nutrients. "An apple a day" is a well-known health slogan, and apples are called by scientists. “All-around healthy fruit.
There are many ways to eat apples, which can be processed into apple-like apple juice, apple salad, etc... Apples contain many vitamins, so eating more of them is beneficial! 4. Composition: a narrative written in the first person
Music Box
- My Wings
My fingers caressed the still smooth reddish-brown paint surface, which was cold. The touch comes from between. I pulled out the copper card with a slight patina, and as the lid of the box opened slightly, a monotonous but not boring music filled the room that was shrouded in light. The simple and warm notes gently beat my heart, making me suddenly feel relaxed. Looking down, on the mirror in the box, a little person was dancing and spinning gorgeously to the music.
It was night, and I was holding that ugly box alone. I noticed that my face was cold, with transparent tears falling freely. In the dark, he gently closed the lid of the box and placed it under the bed, facing the pillow.
"When you are so tired that you are numb, shedding tears is the best way to relax, because it proves that you still have feelings."
Her voice was as soft as yesterday. It's actually been nearly five years since she left me. This complete sentence can also be found in the bayonet box. On the side of the box, there is his beautiful handwriting left by a carving knife: "Gift from grandma."
She is a person who refuses to accept old age, but at the same time she likes to be nostalgic. She will be stubborn about something for a long time, but she is very open-minded about some things. Such as the music box, such as that sentence, such as her never sighing, such as her unabashed crying. She always told me to laugh no matter what is appropriate. I asked her why you were crying, and she burst into tears in front of me more than once. But she smiled and told me that sentence, "Because it can lead people on the journey away from despair." No matter how many times I asked, the answer never changed.
Later she gave me the music box and asked me the origin of its name. Regarding this issue, anyone can recite the construction principles. But she didn't, she always said seriously: "The music box represents family, friendship, love, frustration, tears, hurt, growth and change..." I can't remember the rest, but I felt a smile on her face. The satisfaction is still fresh in my memory. At that time, I didn’t understand why she used those eight words to describe happiness, because tears, hurt and frustration are all painful. She just smiled and didn't answer.
Now, I am fourteen years old. The years I have experienced have grown slightly, and I am increasingly reluctant to part with that ugly box. Not only because it reminds me of her, but also because I am used to sleeping with tears on my pillow with "wounds" in that simple and gentle rhythm.
When I fail, when I am injured, when I am exhausted and numb in life, I like to open the box and let clean melody purify my spirit. Habits are hard to break. I am used to crying. I am used to using tears to evoke hope, using tears to soothe pain, and using tears to tell myself to stand up. Habit makes my melancholy dry up along with my tears. Because I do understand her "music box."
She must want to say that without "failure", "hurt" and "tears", the music of the music box would not be complete, and the trajectory of life would also be incomplete. When you encounter these painful notes, go cry! Cry for your pain, cry for the happiness you have, cry for the completeness you have gained! This is glorious!
It’s night again, I smile and watch tears fall from the corners of my eyes. Calm strings filled the night sky.
Looking up, I know I am not alone. Whenever I burst into tears, I always think of that music box, and I suddenly find that my eyes are very open. The gentle rhythm will take me through every sleepless night. When I look back, the soil where tears have fallen has grown into white feathers. Because of that person's guidance, they are being pieced together and raising their wings for the next journey.
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I am an "optimist". I am a famous naughty boy. For this reason, my parents named me I got a nickname - "Huanhuan". When I was a child, I was a child who couldn't calm down. I loved running around the house, rolling and crawling on the ground. So, I became a relative and elder. The standard of naughtiness in my eyes. If I comment on any active child, I will say: "He is as naughty as Huanhuan!"
I am a chatterbox. I can't close my mouth once I open it. When I eat at home in the evening, I am always the protagonist of the conversation at the dinner table. I have to "pour out" a lot of words at that time every day. But after talking for a long time, I haven't even had time to take a bite of the meal.
I am a lively person. Because of my cheerful personality, I am especially keen on making friends. On the first day of junior high school, I couldn’t stand the loneliness, so I simply took a pen and paper and went around "interviewing" new classmates in the class. In just one day, I got to know half of the class and "collected" a lot of new friends, which laid a foundation for me to adapt to the new life in junior high school.
I am a "bookworm". I usually "gnaw books" when I have nothing to do. This is my daily "required course"! There are countless books that I have "gnawed". If a book "smells" too good, I will definitely "gnaw" it a few times. If you ask me what kind of books I have "gnawed", that is not the case. It's easy to say: literary works, popular science books, science fiction novels... even "tofu cubes" articles published in newspapers, I have to "have a try".
Look! This is me - with short hair, a pair of glasses, and always a naughty smile on my mouth. Yes, this is me, naughty me, lively me, happy me, unique me! 6. My hometown essay I write this essay from the first-person perspective
My hometown is a picturesque place surrounded by mountains and rivers.
In front of the village, It is a crystal clear river. Under the sunlight, it looks like someone has sprinkled a lot of gold. The waves are sparkling. Unknown small fish are swimming happily in the river. Some fish are swimming happily in the river. The speed of the small fish parade is really fast, faster than the speed of the classmates in the race! Behind the village, there are green mountains. On the mountains, big trees tower into the clouds, like patron saints, guarding the safety of villagers near and far. Each tree looks like a small tree decorated with jasper. The grass, just like me, wants to grow taller quickly, and it grows upwards unwilling to be outdone, giving the mountain a green dress. Next to the village, there are shops with abundant, cheap and good quality goods and a wide and long road. The long road. As long as I have time, I will rush to the store to buy something to eat. Every time after eating, I always feel happy.
This is my hometown, a place so beautiful that no one else can A place where I can draw well.
My hometown is surrounded by mountains and rivers, which is a good place.
The mountains in my hometown are very high, so high that it’s like chatting with white clouds holding hands! Among the many high mountains, there is a mountain called Jinshan. There is a village at the foot of Jinshan called Jinshan Village. Jinshan Village is rich in caladiums, and every household in the village has planted caladiums. Every October, the old and young in the village will go to the fields to plant caladiums. Although My father works in the city, but when it is time to plant caladiums, he will return to his hometown to help his grandma grow caladiums. By April of the next year, the caladiums have matured, and white and fat caladiums are growing in the fields. Lying quietly in it, waiting for the hard-working people to harvest. If you go to Jinshan at this time, you will definitely smell a not-so-pleasant smell. That is the farmer uncle who is smoking the Fritillaria with sulfur!
Jinshan Village also processes dried noodles. The freshly processed dried fruits are so fragrant. The fragrance alone will attract people to taste them. The dried fruits produced here are thin and delicate. White, very popular among people, it is also sold to counties and other counties and cities!
Growing fritillaries has made people in my hometown rich. Many villagers have built new houses and bought cars. The roads in the village have become wider and wider, from the original uneven tractor-taught roads to the wide ones now. The cement road is flat. In addition, the environmental sanitation in my hometown is getting better and better. When I go home during the Chinese New Year, the roadside is clean.
I think tomorrow will be better in my hometown! 7. The essay about what the book said to me is written in the first person
From the first day I transferred to Chengxian Street Primary School, I will always remember my class teacher-Teacher Cao Qian. Teacher Cao has a medium build, curly short hair, beautiful flowing hair, dignified facial features, and a very delicate appearance. Because of the first words of encouragement she said to me, I changed! Be brave and confident. It's a dream! What a sweet dream!
I remember one day, in Chinese class in the morning, Chinese teacher Cao asked us a question. I thought about it and mentally knew an answer. However, I was not sure that my answer was completely correct. I was afraid that if I said something wrong, my classmates would laugh at me, so I didn’t raise my hand and the teacher randomly called on me, but in the end, he called on me! I stood up in a hurry, feeling a little nervous in my heart. I was restless and my legs were shaking. So, I said to myself in my heart: "Don't be nervous, it's just a speech." , I mustered up the courage and stuttered out my answer. As soon as I finished speaking, I stuck out my tongue in fear and sat down quickly. I never expected that Chinese teacher Cao actually walked up to me and shouted loudly. Said: "That's great! Your answer is great!..." I was stunned! The teacher said my answer was good? I even doubted my hearing! The teacher suddenly patted my shoulder, as warm as the sun, and I suddenly woke up! She raised her head, met the teacher's eyes tenderly, and said to me kindly: "Why don't you raise your hand? You said it very well! You must be brave enough to raise your hand to speak next time! The teacher believes in you!" Really! The teacher told me that she believed in me! From that moment on, I was filled with hope and confidence. Just because of the teacher's words, I overcame my inner fear! Like a spring silkworm, you dedicate yourself and warm others; like a gardener, you work tirelessly. Teacher Cao, I will never forget your kind words, your gentle eyes, your first words of encouragement to me, and everything about you... 8. Please write a few touching words in your essay. The story is written in the first person, titled "My Story",
Everyone has their own story
Some are happy, some are sad, some are
Sad, some excited, my story
The story is happy...
When I was eight years old, my mother often told me
Said: "Son, you have grown up
. You should learn to help adults do something.
Don't just play all day long."
Me I thought: This is true
Ah, but what can I do? By the way
Tomorrow happens to be Sunday, Dad
Mom doesn’t work overtime, so I can make lunch
for Mom and Dad!
At noon the next day, I walked into the kitchen
and looked into the vegetable basket. I saw organic root
cucumbers, often on the dining table, with a few
Plate last night’s dishes. Enough, these
are enough.
I picked up two cucumbers, washed them
clean, washed the kitchen knife, and put one
cucumber on the cutting board, " Thump thump
It started to cut with a thump.
After cutting, pour the oil and turn on the fire.
The oil started to boil.
I shouted anxiously: "Mom! Hurry up!" Come
Help me! I'm afraid!"
My mother came over and poured the cucumber into the pot without hesitation
There was a "crackling" sound, and I
ran out of the kitchen door in disbelief. Later, the sound
slowly became quieter.
"Okay, okay, I can do the following." I said.
My mother responded: "Be careful
Oh."
"I know!" I replied.
I stir-fried left and right, and suddenly a
aroma wafted into my nose, and I
said to myself: "Okay."
I opened the cupboard, took out salt and
chicken essence (MSG is also acceptable) and sprinkled
a small spoon each. Stir-fry and cover the pot
. I turned the fire to the maximum, and suddenly
the noise in the pot became louder and louder.
I was afraid that I turned the fire to the minimum and covered the pot
Opening it, a scent wafted into my nose again
. I stir-fried a few more times,
covered the pot, and turned the heat to
maximum.
This time, I have experience and I am no longer afraid. Okay, I turned off the heat
Put the cucumbers on a plate.
With this experience, the next step
will be much easier, and it will be ready in a few clicks
.
I brought the food to the dining table and shouted
loudly: "Dad, Mom, it's time to eat
!"
Dad The mother tasted it and said: "
It tastes really good. Our son can
cook, so no one will have to cook in the future.
It’s so worrying, haha ! ”
Listen, it’s sweeter than eating honey.
Through this cooking trip, I learned that
it is up to me to do my own thing, and I must learn to
help my parents do something to reduce their burden
Burden.
My Story
My Story It’s dawn, stretch my waist
It’s time to get up. What
sounds? It turned out that the master came to take away that
one, that arrogant guy,
"Around the Earth in Eighty Days". He is
the owner's current treasure, and he can't put it down
. The original me was also radiant
. I'm here.
My Story
My Story The rainbow in the sky after the rain
The rainbow has red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple
Seven colors The light may also have a
gloomy taste, but as long as these
colors are all combined together, they can
form a gorgeous rainbow, just like Our
growth story. Around 2001
it was my first time.
My story
I am ready to be discharged from the hospital, mom
Seeing me lively, I smiled happily
...one after another, I have been stuck in a situation that I have not been able to let go for a long time. I am recalling it carefully.
This... is my story. In my
story, I learned Learned perseverance,
learned optimism...it will be a treasure that I will treasure forever.
My story
I am a lively and lovely girl
with curved eyebrows and watery eyes
Eyes, small cherry mouth, shoulder-length hair, although the appearance is not good, but the things that happened to me are the same.
My
stories are too numerous to count and too many to talk about.
I can’t even finish my stories. Today, I
will tell you about them. Son!
My Story
My Story Everyone wants to know me
Do you know me? If you want,
please close your eyes and listen to me tell
a story! On February 2, 1992
On that day, there were
bursts of crying from the Children's Hospital, you go
Enter Obstetrics and Gynecology Once you take a look at the room, you will see a lively and active person.
9. The willow tree composition is written in the first person "I"
Willow tree
I am a willow tree.
You may ask: "What is so strange about a willow tree?"
Yes, I am not strange, but my home is barren, vast and desolate. Qinghai Plateau.
Don't make a fuss about me. Now I tell you my story.
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I was born in a small mountain village surrounded by mountains and rivers. My mother is a very beautiful weeping willow. She has flowing hair and a charming figure. At that time, like other brothers and sisters, I had snow-white fur and was very cute. My brothers and sisters all want to continue to sprout and grow in the small mountain village, but I am unwilling to do so. Am I destined to live here, submerged among thousands of willow trees like me? So, Uncle Feng took me out of the small mountain village, flew over the tall mountains, crossed the clear river, and came to the geomantic treasure land? No, it was a barren land - the Qinghai Plateau!
My heart suddenly went cold. But I can't give up because this is the place I chose! I have to work hard to live. Now that I am here, I must grow up well. My firm heart will never waver!
I just landed here, and the kind-hearted mother Shitou advised me: "Son, go back quickly. If you grow up here, you will only die." "No!" I said: " Now that I'm here, I will never give up! "Oh! You won't survive!" "I will definitely do it!" So, I waited quietly on the hard ground. But on the second day, I became unbearably thirsty, and on the fifth day, I almost fainted. "Never give up!" I thought. However, everything I could see was blurry, and the remaining moisture in my body was almost gone. "Hold on!" a voice said to me. So, I relied on my tenacious perseverance and finally sprouted. A few days after the sprouts appeared, I encountered heavy snow. The bone-chilling cold and the flying snowflakes made me tremble. I still said to myself: "Hold on!" In this way, I don't know how many times I have experienced the torture of killing creatures. Despite the wind, snow and drought on the plateau, I finally grew up and became a magnificent scenery on the plateau.
"Strong confidence can enable ordinary people to do amazing things." These are the words of your human Gorky. So, you must remember, never give up, never give up, after the storm, the rainbow will eventually come out! 10. Composition on historical figures (written in the first person) of more than 600 words
1. Cao Cao’s suicide note: Cao Pi, my son: Oh, my father is not far away! At a time when civil war and chaos are still raging at home and the country is divided into three parts, I really can’t bear to let go.
I think back then I was ambitious and wanted to save all the people from water and fire, unify China, and build a great cause. Such a long-cherished wish will come to nothing today.
Heaven? Human? Now that’s it! My father will never die with his eyes closed! People say: "When a bird is about to die, its song is mournful; when a man is about to die, its words are also kind." Now my father has something important to say to you, I hope you will remember it! In the year of Jiazi, the Yellow Turbans caused chaos.
I stepped forward, pooled my wisdom, joined hands with many benevolent people, worked together, beheaded more than ten thousand thieves, and finally defeated them, so I was able to enter the court and serve as an official.
Later, I defeated Yuan Shu and executed Lu Bu. I held the high position of prime minister and held the emperor in arms to command the princes, hoping to rule the world.
Yuan Shao feared that I might be too powerful, so he led more than 400,000 troops to attack Guandu. At that time, I had a small army and few generals, and no food and grass. Everyone in the world thought that I would be defeated.
However, I have no fear, accept the advice of the counselor, plan long-term, and deal with Shao skillfully. At that time, Xu You "bowed to Yuan Shao, refused to listen to his words, and refused to follow his plans."
I was overjoyed when Fang Qi came to pitch in. I didn’t even have time to put on my shoes, so I went out barefoot to greet him. You came up with a surprising plan and offered a good strategy. Our army wisely robbed Wuchao, burned the grain and grass, and blocked the retreat, leaving Shao with no time to care about each other, and finally won a complete victory.
From ancient times to the present, there have been few enemies with a small number, and few have defeated the strong with the weak. But I have created this miracle, wouldn’t I be happy! Later, I captured Jizhou, captured Jingxiang, destroyed Liu Biao, supported a million troops, thousands of generals, well-equipped soldiers, and swept across the Central Plains. High-spirited and full of ambition, Jing commanded his troops to the south, and decided with the allied forces of Sun and Liu in Chibi.
At this time, the north has been decided. The princes will either die or surrender. The only people in the world who compete with me for supremacy are Sun Quan and Liu Bei. However, the total number of his soldiers was only fifty thousand. I thought that Sun and Liu would be defeated and unification of the country was just around the corner, so I became arrogant and blindly confident.
He also believed in the words of the mediocre Jiang Qian, fell into Pang Tong's serial conspiracy, refused to accept the advice of other counselors, and was burned by Zhou Yu's son and Zhuge villagers. The warship was burned, and the army of more than 800,000 was instantly filled with smoke. How could it be so? It doesn’t hurt! I threw away my armor and fled in panic, until I was almost desperate. Later, Huarong was defeated and almost died, leaving only a laughing stock.
I will never forget this shame and humiliation! After returning to the court, I thought to myself again and again, and realized that it would be a great disaster to be stubborn, to be credulous and to listen to others, to refuse to give advice and to pretend to be wrong! Cao Pi, my son, has been in charge of the world for more than thirty years as his father. All the heroes are gradually disappearing, except for Sun Quan and Liu Bei, who have not been eliminated, and the rest are not of concern. Now I can't afford it, which is a pity.
I hope you will continue the unfinished business. You should remember your father's lessons. When things happen, you should not be arrogant or self-righteous. You should also not distinguish between loyal and evil, fail to distinguish between right and wrong, and listen to credulous people. Don't make the same mistakes as your father.
Remember your last words. Encourage it! Encourage it! On the second day of winter in the twenty-fourth year of Jian'an, Kong Ming Zibai said that midwinter had arrived, and in Nanyang, the wind was biting and the dark clouds were about to fall.
Pushing open the wooden window, the world outside has long been covered in silver: the mountains are like jade clusters, and the forests are like pink bricks. The last time Uncle Liu Huang came to visit, it was a pity that I was traveling in the countryside with my friends.
Just now I heard the child tell me the reason, which made me regretful beyond words. Why is this so unlucky? Why did my friend and I go out to play poetry that day? Why is it that it's snowing heavily today, so I can't go see Uncle Liu Huang? Since Dong Zhuo's evil deeds, heroes have emerged in the world.
Although Cao Cao claims to be the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty, he really has the heart of a tiger and a wolf. He destroyed Lu Bu, conquered Zhang Xiu, defeated Yuan Shu, and defeated Yuan Shao. Although he held the card of "evaluating talents only", he was guilty of great injustice. If you try, it won't work. Although Xuande was once a grasshopper seller, he had a benevolent heart.
He made great achievements in suppressing the Yellow Turban Army; he also did it in annihilating Yuan Shu. Moreover, it was the orthodoxy of the Han Dynasty, and it was related to the fact that the two brothers Zhang helped him.
If I don’t follow suit, how can I start talking about my son’s grand ambition and hegemony? Am I, a scholar, not a rotten scholar? "Sir, the snow has stopped!" As he was thinking about it, the child shouted outside. Without further ado, I quickly put on my silk scarf and crane cloak, boarded the carriage that had been prepared, and carrying the map of the 54 states of Xichuan, as well as my hopes, I embarked on the journey... In a hurry for decades, with a snap of my fingers. Wai Jian.
Xianzhu Liu has passed away, but he entrusted me with such an incompetent son. This Liu Chan is so stupid: he shirks all state affairs from me, but he only knows how to have fun. If this continues, Shu will surely fall.
"If the heir can assist, then assist him; if he is not talented, you can be the master of Chengdu." The last words of the late master were filled with blood and tears, how can I bear them! But Liu Adou, who cannot be admired... Alas! "If he is not talented, you can be the master of Chengdu."
The words of the late master echoed in my ears again.
right! With my talent ten times that of Cao Pi and my prestige a hundred times that of Liu Chan, who else would be the master of Chengdu if I didn't! I will kick Liu Chan out of the house, become the Lord of Shu, and rule the world! Unexpectedly, the defeat of Wei would be so difficult, and I misjudged the wrong person at the critical moment and asked Ma Su, an armchair general, to guard the extremely important street pavilion.
Now that the street pavilion is lost, we have to retreat. Fortunately, I, the Lord of Shu, am resourceful and have made arrangements. All the generals have been ordered to leave, waiting for good news.
Suddenly, more than ten flying horses came to report: "Sima Yi led an army of 150,000 people and swarmed towards the west city!" In an instant, I was stunned like a thunderbolt. Looking around, there was only a group of panicked civilian officials, and only 2,500 troops were left in the city.
Climbing the tower, dust like a sandstorm filled the world, and the sound of galloping iron hooves was like bursts of muffled thunder. Wei soldiers came in two groups, led by Sima Yi, whom I despised.
It's all over. How can these 2,500 troops and this isolated city withstand the charge of 150,000 cavalry? I collapsed on the ground, feeling the city gates shaking and the city walls shaking, followed by a burst of shouts of killing, and my vision became blurry.
Helpless, desperate, regretful, and heartbroken, everything in the past seemed like a dream, and what ended it all was a bottomless nightmare... Under the pleas of many former ministers and generals, Next, Cao Pi released me and announced a ban: I will never enter Luoyang City. At this time, I was alone and had no choice but to return to my former residence, Nanyang Thatched Cottage.
It’s the middle of winter again. Nanyang is far less cold than Luoyang.
But the fields cultivated decades ago have long been deserted, and the children have disappeared. Gently pushing open the firewood door, I seemed to smell the scent of sunshine among the hay.
When I walked to the middle door, the familiar yet unfamiliar handwriting came into view: "Indifferentness makes one's ambition clear, and tranquility makes one go far." I looked at this firm calligraphy carefully.
Scenes of his fledgling life, establishing himself as king, and defeating Xicheng emerged before his eyes. Suddenly, a wave of relief from the bottom of my heart made me smile happily.
Because I am not the one who works hard in Nanyang, okay.