Hearing that Daochun hadn't met yet, he went to visit Hanmei for news. The east wind blew into Wuyang last night, and the willows on the streets were golden. The clear water is vast, the clouds are vast, and the beauty is heartbroken. In advance, a piece of stone is brushed on the green mountain, and I drink wine from the cup with you for days.
When the situation is complicated and tangled, he can always meditate quietly in front of the case, his eyes penetrating through the layers of fog. With his fingertips running across the mountains, rivers and cities on the map, he had already sketched out a strategy to break the situation - where to set up an ambush, when to feign an attack, which troops and horses needed to be detoured and contained, and even the opponent's possible responses were carefully planned. A piece of paper can calm the hearts of the people, and a few lines of secret orders can mobilize thousands of troops. This is the confidence of "literacy can strategize", and it can control the changes in the situation in an inch.
And when the war drums beat and the smoke fills the air, he can also take off his long robe and put on heavy armor. The sword on his waist was gleaming with cold light, and the horse under his crotch was neighing and eager to charge. He shouted from the heights, and the sound shocked the three armies. The soldiers behind him followed him like a tide, stepping through the mud and pool of blood, heading straight for the enemy's position. There is no trace of cowardice in the light of the sword, and there is calmness and determination amidst the flying arrows. This is the heroic spirit of "being able to go to war in armor", and the invincible posture among thousands of armies.
Every word, every move, every movement, every stillness, is all for the perseverance in the heart - either to protect the peace of the family and the country, or to protect the people, so that wisdom and courage can jointly build an unbreakable backbone in the torrent of the times.
