Faint, can not help but walk into the history of thousands of years ago, into your world. So I will accompany you to fiddle with the piano in the forest, and talk and laugh with you among literati: I will listen to your crooning Song of Fu Liang and watch you sing the song of your bosom friend. I don't know from which moment on, your cleverness and your concern for the country and people have become my ideals and dreams. Your light, which can't be obscured by the world, gave you to your half-life confidant. A novel "Longzhong Dui", which is divided into three parts of the world and unified the Central Plains, makes you become your own happiness, because you will never be doubted forever like loyalty behind you, which is also the wisdom of Maolu.
Every time I meet you, I will read you with my heart, your elegance of seven-star platform, your natural and unrestrained laughter, your courage to break into Jiangdong alone, and your great wisdom to capture Meng Huo seven times; I read the unfathomable tips and the gentleness of your personal soldiers. Your intelligence is unparalleled in the world, and your loyalty and courage can shine. Everything you have fascinates me. In this way, I wept bitterly for Zhou Yu's generosity, cursed Wang Lang's eloquence to death, and was obsessed with her loyalty.
However, year after year, flowers bloom, and I think you are gradually at a loss. I know that the depression in six places in Qishan, the arduous journey of Shu Road, the fatigue of the North-South war, and the hardships of arranging troops are tormenting you all the time. I know more. How did you hear the bad news that Pang Tong defeated Jingzhou, and how did you hear the news that Guan Yubing defeated Chengdu? Zhang Fei died suddenly and even the camp burned down. Which one didn't add to your white hair? But in the face of the emptiness of young masters in China, Meng Huo in the south and Cao Wei's army in the north, you can still leave the garden with a feather fan. However, we can still capture seven verticals and look down on the southwest half. Sir, only you make unremitting efforts to forge ahead in the Central Plains, repay Sangu's kindness and care for orphans: for Sangu's unwarranted relationship and for the sincere and deceitful Bai Di. You gave all your life's hard work to Liu's world, and you gave all your ambitions to your half-life confidant. Even the green mountains and green waters will be moved by your loyalty. Do you know that when the majestic Qishan didn't leave you with a sigh, when the flowing Weihe River didn't send you with tears, because your ambition didn't show, and you stumbled?
The last dry cough took the place of your former chic, and the belief that you can't do it occupied you. All you have left is "do your best and die." You fell, fell in the bloody battlefield, fell in the arms of Wuzhangyuan. You can't do anything about your ambition, and you can't stay, because God knows you are too tired, too tired. He told me that you should rest!
So with the sunset, with the chrysanthemum falling, with your sigh that "the sky is thinner than the lamp", I will send you. Send you, how can I part with you? I asked heaven why I gave you to the cold autumn wind. I asked the earth why she held you in her arms in a hurry. The sky cried speechless, only the feather fan and the lyre whimpered with the wind.
You left, taking away your eternal ambition, your profound knowledge, your elegant music and your restless loyalty, leaving behind only endless regrets and only a tear in the autumn wind. How can I believe all this? I know the army can't live without you. I know that the ancient trees in Longzhong are still waiting for the teenagers studying under the trees. I know that apes and cranes in the countryside are still waiting for you in Father's Square ... How can this not tell me to look for you everywhere, on the side of Chibi, on the side of Shu Road, and even in the land of Nanyi? But where are you?
Is that you in the misty eyes? Blurred, clear, at arm's length. It's you, it's you, you're clearly at the desk in the barracks. You didn't play with Zilong at the celebration dinner. I chased you desperately, how did you disappear into the sky like a cloud? Where the hell are you? Yes, yes, you have entered my stupid heart.
For thousands of years, Kong Ming, I want to really know you, even if it is just a gust of wind and a wisp of smoke around you, I will accompany you for a moment. But no, still no, you have to live in my teenage dream. I can only ask me to travel through a thousand years and ask the unchanging moon to take away my sigh. I can only ask myself to interpret a fairy tale made up for you and dedicate it to you. At that time, you were really my bosom friend!
Zhuge Liang: (18 1 year -234 10/October 8), born in Yang Du, Xuzhou (now yinan county, Linyi City, Shandong Province), was an outstanding politician, strategist, essayist, etc. when he was alive, he was named Hou of Wuxiang. After his death, he pursued loyalty to the marquis of Wuxiang. Because of its military ability, the Eastern Jin regime was posthumously named King Wu Xing. Representative prose works include An Example and A Book of Commandments. He once invented the wooden ox, the flying horse, the Kongming lantern and so on, and transformed the crossbow, called Zhuge Lian crossbow, which can hit all targets with one crossbow. In the twelfth year (234), Yu Jianxing died in Wuzhangyuan (now Qishan, Baoji). Liu Chan regarded him as a loyal minister, so later generations often referred to Zhuge Liang as a loyal minister and Zhuge Wuhou. Zhuge Liang is the representative of loyal ministers and wise men in China traditional culture. He devoted himself to his life and died.