Where is the temple of the famous prime minister,
In a pine forest near the Silk City.
The green grass in spring dyed the steps red,
Birds are chirping happily under the leaves.
The third summons asked him to deal with state affairs,
He gave his heart to two generations.
But before he conquered, he was dead,
Since then, heroes have been crying on their coats.
Depressed and depressed, the system is muddy.
-appreciation of du fu's book of letters.
The Three Kingdoms, torn apart, have been bound by his greatness. The Eight Faces Castle is built on his reputation. Next to the changing river, it stands like his grief, sending hate to swallow Wu.