Write Zhuge Liang in the first person

When winter comes, it's windy and dark in Nanyang. Pushing open the wooden window, the outside world has long been wrapped in silver: mountains are like jade clusters, and forests are like powder. Last time I went to Liu Huangshu, it was a pity that I went to the countryside with my friends. I just heard that boy say the reason, which makes people regret it. Why is it so unfortunate? Why did my friends and I just go out to play poetry that day? Why can't I see Liu Huangshu because of the heavy snow today? Since Dong Zhuo's sin, there have been countless heroes in the world. Although Cao Cao claimed to be the Han Dynasty, he really had the heart of a tiger and a wolf. Destroy Lu Bu, Zhang Xiu, Yuan Shu and Yuan Shao. Although he played the card of "meritocracy", he did a great injustice and could not be effective. Although Xuande once sold grass cloves, he had a heart of benevolence and righteousness. He made great contributions to the suppression of the Yellow Scarf Army. Destroy Yuan Shu, and it did it. Besides, it was orthodox in the Han Dynasty, and it was helped by two brothers, Zhang Er. If I don't work, where can I talk about a man's grand plan? Isn't a scholar like me a pedant? "Master, the snow has stopped!" While he was thinking, the boy shouted outside. Before it's too late, I quickly put on a black silk scarf, put on a crane, boarded a carriage that had already been prepared, and embarked on a journey with a map of 54 States in Xichuan, which made me more hopeful ... in a hurry for decades, with a flick of my finger. Liu has passed away, but he entrusted such an undeserving son to me. This Liu Chan is so stupid: I am the one who evades all state affairs, and I only know how to have fun. At this rate, Shu will die. "If the heir can make up, he will make up; If he is incompetent, you can be the master of Chengdu. " My last words, blood and tears, how can they be negative! But this can't hold Liu Adou back ... Alas! "If he is incompetent, you can be the master of Chengdu." My late master's words echoed in my ears again. Yes! I am ten times more talented than xelloss and one hundred times more prestigious than Liu Chan. I am not the master of Chengdu! I believe that Liu Chan, the black sheep of the family, will be swept out of the house, and I will be the master of Shu and rule the whole country! Contrary to expectations, it was so difficult to attack Wei, and I misjudged people at the critical moment, so that Ma Su, an armchair strategist, guarded the extremely important street kiosks. Now that the street pavilion is lost, we have to retreat. Fortunately, a generation of Shu masters, I am resourceful and resourceful, and I have been assigned to be ready for battle. The generals were ordered to leave and wait for good news. Suddenly, more than ten times, the flying horse came to report: "Sima Yi led an army of 65,438 +0.5 million and flocked to the west city!" At that moment, I was shocked Looking around, there are only a group of panicked civil servants and only 2,500 troops in the city. Climbing the tower, sandstorm-like dust permeates the whole world, and the sound of iron hoofs rushing like muffled thunder bursts. Gao Weibing was killed in two ways, led by Sima Yi, whom I despised. It's over. How can these 2,500 troops, together with this isolated city, resist the mighty charge of 1.5 million fighters? I collapsed to the ground, only to feel that the city gate was shaking and the city wall was shaking, followed by a cry of killing, and my eyes were blurred. Helpless, desperate, regretful and heartbroken, I only felt that everything in the past was like a dream, but it ended in a bottomless nightmare ... With the mediation of many veteran ministers, Cao Pi released me and announced the ban: eternal life is not allowed to enter Luoyang City. At this time, I was alone and had to go back to my former residence-Nanyang Cao Lu. It is winter again. Nanyang is far less cold than Luoyang. But the fields cultivated decades ago have long been deserted, and the boys have disappeared. Pushing Chai Fei away gently, I seemed to smell the sunshine in the hay. Walking to the middle gate, familiar and unfamiliar handwriting came into view: "Indifferent to Zhi Ming, quiet and far away." I studied this line carefully. Scenes of the fledgling, self-reliance and disastrous defeat of the west side emerged in front of us. Suddenly, a heartfelt release made me laugh happily. Because I am not Zhuge Liang who devoted himself to Nanyang and Fu Liangyin and was entrusted with the responsibility of being an orphan. I'm just a nerd living in this impetuous society. That man is a hero. I-no, we didn't.