My name is Jiang Wei, courtesy name Boyue, and I am from Tianshui Ji.
When people in the past commented on me, they often said that I was "persistent but unrealistic", and they also said that I was "loyal but useless".
I won't argue. The world likes to talk about success or failure, but I talk about original intention.
This book was not originally written for this generation.
Yu was imprisoned in Zhong Hui's army. The wind and snow were about to end, and the night lamp flickered.
The Kingdom of Shu has perished, and Prime Minister Zhuge's ambitions have also fallen into the dust.
However, there is still a fire in my chest that is still burning.
If I don't pass this fire on in words, I fear no one will remember it.
The old dream in Shu, the broken drums of the Northern Expedition, and the undying light in people's hearts.
I am neither a saint nor a hero.
I have fear, hesitation, and sometimes I cry silently in the middle of the night.
I saw that the decline of the country was not only due to military defeat, but also due to a cold heart.
I named this book "The Lamp Has Light",
Because I believe that although the lamp is extinguished, the light is still in the world.
