The more idioms or sentences describing Zhuge Liang, the better.

The three kingdoms of Batu Du Fu, divided, have always been bound by his power, and the Bamianbao is built on his prestige. This river won't divert the stones from your disposal, and you will always regret that you will destroy Wu's unwise.

The place where Shudu Prefecture is located is the famous Prime Minister Temple, which is deep in a pine forest near the Silk City. The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves. The third call aggravated his state affairs, and he gave his sincerity to two generations. But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats.

Zhuge Wuhou, Wang Anshi and Han Sunset in the southwest, and the Central Plains is yellow for a week. The thieves are waiting in the dark. They are running away. This time, when the dragon lies alone in Wuhou, Tibet will be destroyed. Turn around and sing Fu Liang, ashamed to win glory with others. I came across a towel from Nanyang. Between the rough Bahan and Han people, we often attack the strong with the weak. If Hui Hui is eternal, he will be lonely. I want to open six dragons and return to Fusang in the East. Cherish the middle way, and those who complain are sad. The strategy of vertical ancestors can still strengthen the beams.

Reading Biographies of Zhuge Wuhou, Li Bai-Han went to the past, and they competed with each other. The map has not yet been established, and the separatist capital is Hao Ying. Red crouches for bad luck, and Wolong gains Kong Ming. When he was in Nanyang, Long Mu bent down to cultivate his morality. Fish and water are three things, and the clouds are everywhere.

Mr. Bai Juyi, who recited history, lay in the mountains and looked around for the Lord. Fish get water in Nanyang, dragonflies and heaven and man are rain. Trust orphans is not only diligence, but also loyalty to the country. Before and after school, it was just a bunch of tears.

The book is angry. When Lu You was young, he knew that the world was unbearable and the Central Plains was like a mountain. It snowed all night in the building, and the autumn wind dispersed in the iron horse. Stuffed on the Great Wall, I promised myself that the sideburns in the mirror had faded long ago! Real name first, who is better than one thousand years!