Spring is here. The cypress trees outside Jinguan City are green and lush, with layers of leaves covering the sky and the sun, except for a few scattered rays of light.
This is the Wuhou Temple in Chengdu, amidst the lush cypress trees, it looks a bit lonely. Step by step on the stone stairs covered with wild grass, a spring scenery appears in front of you. There are no gorgeous flowers and no hustle and bustle of the world. There is only the rustle of the leaves in the wind. Spring is really beautiful.
The song of the oriole suddenly came through the leaves, beautiful and ethereal, telling a piece of history and a piece of sadness. Suddenly there was a throbbing in my heart, and the past memories came to my mind bit by bit.
The First Lord Liu Bei visited the thatched cottage three times and finally invited Zhuge Liang to discuss the plan to unify the world. The spring breeze blew by, the leaves rustled, and their words seemed to echo in their ears. Zhuge Liang was loyal and loyal, assisting the monarchs of the two dynasties to start a business and govern the country. However, time flies and time is not forgiving. The expedition was not successful, but he passed away first. In the end, he did not see the final victory with his own eyes.
Suddenly I felt that this scene was very familiar, my achievements were unfulfilled and my ambitions were unfulfilled. The song of the oriole rang in my ears again, seeming to predict that tragedy would happen again.
Inadvertently, the tears that fell quietly had already wet the skirt of my clothes. I raised my head and finally saw the oriole. She flew so high and far with the spring breeze... Stepping on the spring scenery, I lightly Walking lightly into this thatched cottage, the green moss under your feet indicates the coming of another spring. The new grass has grown up to my waist, and I am looking for the heroic soul that has been silent for ages in the blue sea. In front of the gloomy hall, the sunlight also seems thin, as if thousands of years of time have remained until now. No matter the world is rolling, this place remains alone and indifferent. The thick dust is a legacy of time, telling the worldly people who step in inadvertently the ruthlessness of the torrent of history. I'm just a mortal, I can't stand the test of time. All I can do is not to disturb this tranquility. Then a warbler's cry disrupts my heart. Suddenly, thoughts come in like a tide, and I feel like a passionate Passers-by finally could not resist the temptation and quietly turned the page of history. I still remember the heroic demeanor when I was quarreling with the Confucian scholars, and I still cannot forget the transcendent design of the empty city. What is etched into my bones is the sadness of your death without success.