In the distance, the prince and several ministers came to practise for Jing Ke in white clothes and hats. Jing Ke, who checked his luggage for the last time in the distance, looked calm and looked like throwing a stone into the lake without a ripple. No one knows what this calm man is thinking, not Taizi Dan, not Junwu, nor the ministers.
His calm face exudes tenacity and self-confidence, and everyone present knows that this farewell may be difficult to meet again. The crow on the dead tree tugged at his throat, as if it were felt by the atmosphere. Jing Ke, Jing Ke, what the hell were you thinking?
How can you not know that your courage and urgency can only be the beauty of an adult and ruin your life? Is it because of hatred for the invaders of Qin, or because of sympathy for the people of the six eastern countries? Anger is because of the national disaster! Your general knowledge, your deep and capable, and your calm face when you leave are all so awesome!
Gao Jianli's banging voice echoed in my ears. This is the only friend who knows Jing Ke. Sadness is exaggerated, farewell is forever, friends, friends, a thousand words can only be integrated into the notes, and two simple but true-"take care." The tune changed from a sad and sentimental voice of change to an impassioned voice of feathers. Only knocking can understand Jing Ke's death.
A good sentence "the wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone forever"! How can the atrophy and depression of autumn wind blow out the tyrannical flame in your heart, and how can Xiao's biting cold freeze a fiery conscience? So you chose to stab Qin, you left for the beauty of adults, you left to repay the kindness of a wound, and you left for a word "righteousness".
Your face is expressionless and your eyebrows are indifferent. Prince Taizi Dan and the ministers toast each other, but you don't refuse. You take them one by one and drink them directly. Have you ever thought that you will never drink like this again? Have you ever thought that you will never hear Gao Jianli's banging again? Have you thought about your future?
You left without hesitation. Decisive, decisive. See death as death. You left this world with your back, silently telling that you left, that body disappeared in the field of vision, and that spirit remained in the hearts of future generations.
Chapter two: Num bid farewell to the bleak cold wind, piercing the bones and muscles, and getting colder. On this day, Xiao Leng, the wild goose in the north is broken, and the sun is like blood. All this seems to be in response to you-Jing Qing. Because you are gone forever, the vegetation is sad and the wind and cloud change color.
From a distance, it was white, lonely and ethereal, and deserted. In that dreamy and blurred white, there is a figure, noble and noble, but there is endless sadness in her eyes, mixed with a trace of burning expectation. That's Taizi Dan. I saw him holding a bowl of wine, drinking it off after making a toast to Jing Qing, and then throwing the bowl on the floor. The broken sound of the bowl seems to tell his inner pain. His friend Jing Ke is a strong man whom he admires. Now his friend is about to embark on the road of no return. In order to repay his kindness to meet him, to stick to the "righteousness" between them, and to help him protect his country and subjects, how could Taizi Dan not be moved? This feeling turns into a bowl of spirits, and the wine enters the intestines, seven points are brilliant, and the other three points are firm but gentle, which determines the survival of Yan State.
At this time, the sound of Gao Jianli knocking on the building sounded very sad. In this sad background music, the past quickly passed in the minds of Gao Jianli and Jing Ke. At that time, they enjoyed drinking every day and forgot to sing in the city without anyone watching. Now Jing Ke is going to set sail for the State of Qin, and there is no going back, no matter success or failure. Go forward slowly, say "take care" and never look up at Jing Ke again. Men don't flick their tears, but they haven't been moved yet. Jing Ke also made peace with songs. So gentle and so moved, it even provoked the ministers behind him to cry.
Among these people, there is also a person named Ju Wu. As a Prince Fu, he strongly opposed Taizi Dan's "desire to punish him for his hatred of the mausoleum", so he recommended Mr. Tian Guang, who wanted to resolve the crisis of Yan State through him, but he also recommended Jing Ke. Finally, it came to the step of assassinating the king of Qin. I don't know if Juwu is annoyed and regretful because of this mistake. Just now, I'm afraid I can't think about it anymore. I just can't help but respect Jing Ke, hoping that his sacrifice will bring peace to Yan.
Just, why Jing Ke's eyes have been free? Oh, I guess he's watching the prince from a distance. I hope to see the prince at the last minute before I leave, which is my long-cherished wish. Just why is the prince so ruthless when he doesn't show up? Or he wants to protect his country. It's a good thing that I succeeded, but if I lose, he can push it all away, right? Forget it, it's meaningless. It doesn't change anything whether you come or not. I am destined to fulfill my mission. So he took a cry, "The wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone forever", with a long sound of a fine horse, so impassioned, but with a trace of sadness that could not be hidden.
He really left and never looked back. Now that you have made a decision, you don't have to miss the gentle and rich country behind you, nor are you afraid of the thorns ahead, but that's just the price of blood.
Article 3: Yishui bid farewell to the north wind and cold, cold to the heart; Easy to cool water, stinging people's bones and muscles. Looking at Xianyang in the west, it is desolate and sad.
I stood by Yishui, my eyes were pale and blue, and I looked up and saw the sunset as blood. I let out a sigh. It's time to start.
The prince and all the guests stood there in white clothes. The white clothes seemed to be related to Xiao. My eyes drifted away along this harmonious and beautiful thing, as if the world had always been so quiet. Come to my senses, I found my idea ridiculous. I was born in troubled times, how dare I dream of a peaceful life?
When the prince stood up, I saw tears running down his cheeks. He looked at me with dim eyes and said, "Jing Qing, I sent you a thousand miles, and finally I have to say goodbye ... May Ying Zheng, the thief you killed, return safely, solve the difficulties of my country, and celebrate your name forever!" I think Jing Ke's ambition is empty but nobody appreciates it. Thanks to Mr. Tian Guang's recommendation, Taizi Dan treated me very well. Now, although you are not a Yan, you die as a confidant, so your life is enough! So he replied, "Yes." The west wind is biting, and the land where the wind rises is also the land of destruction.
There was a sad melody behind him. I turned around and saw Gao Jianli off. My hard heart was infected by this desolate and tragic melody for an instant, and a tender feeling was entangled in my heart, so I sang in chorus: "The wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone forever." Gao Jianli's tone sandhi suddenly turned into a sad song. I sang selflessly, and my mind reappeared the scene of drinking with the city bosom friend. Yan's carefree days ... everything flashed at this moment, and the picture was finally fixed on the Xiao River. Everyone was in tears. Yan's winter is really cold, but now my heart is even colder. How long the sky is and how far the earth is, the hero is doomed to have no tears and no regrets.
After singing, Gao Jianli stood up and said, "Jing Qing, I am waiting for you to return home in triumph!" The tone is firm and sad, and the expression is solemn and serious. "I'm afraid I'll never see never say goodbye again today. I'll get a bosom friend in life, and I won't waste a trip!" After that, I cried a few lines myself.
The wind is blowing, but it is cold.
Ministers heard that Jing Ke gave his life for Yan, and he was a vital task for Yan. They are all grateful. Your life is of great significance to the life of the whole country! Everyone raised their glasses to say goodbye to me. I raised my glass and gulped it down. I have made up my mind. They also raised their glasses and finished their work. Sword cooking wine is tasteless, who will drink for whom?
Touch the dagger beside me and feel that my mission is calling me to this point of no return. If it is done, I will repay the kindness of the prince and solve the disaster in Yan State. Although I am dead, my name will live forever. If I don't succeed, I will be ashamed of the prince, so I have to use death to offset it. I will repay him in the afterlife, and my merits and demerits will be judged by future generations!
I didn't hesitate any longer, so I turned over and got on the horse. Ma Si hissed and didn't look back.
Behind him, it was all white. Everyone's worry, disappointment, hope and sadness watched the back gradually disappear in the cold wind with the flying dust.
Moonless battlefield, hordes, single and brave.
Be king and be defeated. Affectionate or heartless, prove it with life. Hero or bear, who can win and who can lose? The wheel of history has already roared by, leaving only the lament of future generations.
Chapter four: Xiao said goodbye to the broken string and broke three thousand infatuations. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled.
You came from the dust of the years, leaving a desolation and loneliness. You use your feat to tell the world what is gratitude, what is courage and what is lofty sentiments. Xiaoshui, a place full of all kinds of sentimental parting, is the last place where you really indulge yourself before going to the execution ground. Num's departure is the scene before your assassination, but it shows your chivalrous tenderness to the fullest.
It was a cold night. The sunset glow reflects half the sky, and rich colors are blooming. Maple leaves along the river fluttered on the river with a gust of wind, and the fiery red color and the blue river complemented each other. At this moment, a horse's hoof rang and you were driving a white horse. Under the bath of the sunset, Mercedes-Benz came. You are dressed in white, your hair stands high and you have a sword around your waist. Your pupils are a little tense, but they are quickly replaced by decisive eyes. You know, at this time, you can't turn back. Even if the front is a dead end, we must go on without hesitation.
The guests who came to see me off that day were all wearing white clothes and hats, and their faces were full of sad expressions. They all know that the road ahead is extremely difficult, and your pretending to be strong is also infected by their sadness. No matter what you do, even you can't come back. So, you can finally indulge once. You raise your glass and sing loudly, singing "The wind is rustling and the water is cold, brave man." Jing Ke, I know you're just venting your sadness. If you can't indulge once before you die, God is really cruel to you. Before leaving, Taizi Dan held your hand tightly, and you looked at each other, and at that time there was nothing to say. You know the prince, so in order to repay his kindness to you, he is willing to risk his life. The prince knows you, so he treats you well and values you, knowing that people like you can't be spared. You are bosom friends. And you, Jing Ke, are a chivalrous and tender-hearted hero. I often wonder why you don't want to look back when you leave. Now I suddenly understand that only if you refuse to leave can you make yourself strong again. You left a figure, leaving everyone with infinite admiration.
The difference between Xiao and water has fixed your great image in people's minds. What kind of belief supports you to find the brave and mighty Qin Wang to stab that knife? It's your gratitude to Taizi Dan and you don't want to disappoint him. Jing Ke, your righteousness is really admirable!
Xiao Shui Mourning Song, Qin Tinggu Xia Xiang. Life is like summer flowers and death is like autumn moon. The fallen petal can't resist the memory of future generations. I miss your courage, your lofty sentiments and your strength.