Give me a piece of paper.
In the dream, Wan Li was having an affair, and you were the most determined. "
When I brushed Zhihu, I brushed a question, "At what moment did you suddenly like a historical figure?" I like many historical figures in many moments, such as free and easy literati, talented literati, militarists, generals who defend their country and so on. But at that moment there were only two words in my mind: Xiang Yu. So at that moment, I was thinking, if this question is changed to "Do you have someone you like for a long time?"
Many people know that I like Xiang Yu. Of course, many people ask me why I like him. I have said the same answer for a long time, and sometimes I turn my head and ask myself why I like him. He is not the one who never had any shortcomings in your heart when you were a child. Naturally, when I first thought like this, I choked up, because I don't know if those textbook answers are the real reason why I like him, but I know I do like him. I'm glad to see that many people like him, and I'm glad that not many people like him.
Later, I thought about it, probably because I planted a hero's seed in my heart when I was young. In more than ten years, I have grown his love and hate with your flesh and blood, and grown into a towering tree and an immortal hero in your heart. When I am with you, your youth is entangled in your sad or happy breath day after day, month after month and year after year. He is in my words, he is in my heroic childhood dream, he surrounds my pride, and he stands in my sorrows and joys, year after year.
I have seen many historical materials related to him, many movies related to him, many articles related to him, and even unrelated TV dramas. I can hear a fragment from the Beijing opera Concubine, but I don't feel close to him. I can't even say I know him. I don't know when I liked him, and I don't remember what I liked about him. Perhaps when he said "he can take his place", perhaps when he let Liu Bang go at the Hongmen banquet, perhaps when he and Yu Ji said goodbye to each other, perhaps when they fought the last battle on the Wujiang River, or perhaps his last sentence "If it weren't for my old friend?" May be his last pride.
You see, I seem to know him well, but I can't explain why I like him. It's just that this teenager is in my heart every year. I like him and even feel sorry for him. I feel sorry for him because he is still young and he hates the enemies of his country. I feel sorry that he and the person he loves can't be together for a long time. I feel sorry for his stubbornness all his life. I feel sorry for his notoriety of burning down a gorgeous building that hasn't existed for thousands of years. The pride of his life can only be explained by one woman, and the whole world takes him as a negative example. I feel very sorry. I feel sorry for his loneliness at that moment in Wujiang.
I tried to write something for him, but I didn't know how to write him. I can't write about him at all
I couldn't stand what others said about him before, but I was glad to see something about him. Maybe I grew up later, and I know that a person's merits and demerits can't be evaluated from one aspect, but I still can't help but be partial to him. Or any improvement? Don't argue with others just because they say they are not good.
I am glad that he is so happy. He has always been a hero in my heart, and he is a teenager with the same years.
Some people say he is cruel. Do you know that Qin has a family feud with him? Some people say that he is headstrong, so history has only taught you flexibility for thousands of years, but has not taught you what dignity and pride are? I've heard enough arguments. I don't want to hear any more.
Even today, people still can't tolerate his shortcomings, but on that day a thousand years ago, he was only thirty years old, and when he shouldered heavy responsibilities, he was only a teenager. He has shortcomings. I know not everyone will like him. I just ask history to give him justice. They admire or regret or criticize, as if writing about him, but actually writing something else. No one knows what he thought when he stood on the edge of the Wujiang River that day. I am only worried that one day he will come out of history.
If I like him for so many years, if I want to have any wishes, I think maybe one day I will walk on the road and step on the footprints left by him thousands of years ago, and I will be closer to him.
? "Toast, FaJiu also drink.
Peach blossoms understand me, but bones understand me better. "
I have been separated from the bones for thousands of years, and I don't ask the bones to know me, just ask the bones to know me.