[Xu Liang] Mount Dingjun

It is said that a benevolent man enjoys mountains, and a wise man enjoys water. The emperor's uncle also said that he is like a fish in water. However, the prime minister is so magical. He is both a wise man and a benevolent man. He is like a mountain and a water. His transparency is like water, his tenacity, his responsibility, and his stubbornness are like mountains. Once there are traces on a mountain, it is difficult to erase them. Time will wear away everything, but Shanshi is the most stubborn fighter against forgetfulness. Therefore, it is true that people do not remember, but Shan still remembers. However, if one person does not remember it, one generation will remember it, and thousands of people will remember it for thousands of years. A person is forgetful, but a nation is like a mountain. The writing of history is ruthless, but the people who read history are sentimental. History is so cruel, but the incense of Wuhou Temple is so warm. Nothing lasts forever, but the Prime Minister's soul has indeed traveled through thousands of years, and will definitely continue to shine in the long river of time. Although I can't help but feel sad when I see some things, every time I think about how many people really love the Prime Minister, I feel full of warmth and hope. I sincerely thank the author for writing such an excellent article. It is truly brilliant, touching and makes people feel ashamed.

Xuan Liang is really nice to have all the ladies [Orange Candy] I tasted [Purple Candy] kswl Listening to Teacher Tu Honggang's "Borrowing the East Wind" at the 2024 Henan Spring Festival Gala, I really thought it was very mysterious. Whose song is half about their own protagonist? I really like its chorus: Mr. Xuande, Mr. Xuande, you can't bear to abandon me, Longzhong. If you are bright but not talented, if you are bright but you are not talented, you will be bathed in fire in the winter. Borrow the east wind Borrow the east wind The whereabouts of Jiangnan and Jiangbei I will be with you through hundreds of twists and turns~ Mr. Xuande, Mr. Xuande, you can't bear to abandon me, Longzhong. If you are not talented, you are willing to weave your heart into a brocade bag Once you encounter a thousand-year-old mountain and river, it has the capacity~ Today I was reading an article and I suddenly wanted to listen to this song, so I posted it. The song is relatively new, so I'd like to try it out. It is already the fifteenth year of Ke Xuan Liang. It is really a great blessing to have all the ladies from ancient times to the present writing articles and poems together to create the second Ke Xuan Liang. Let's help spread the word and illuminate the world [][][]

Dreams from different worlds, hate being born in different worlds qwq

I want to cry every time I watch it. The fate and long-cherished wish between them can no longer be described in words. Whenever the bead curtains in Yong'an Palace are opened, someone will always think of the bamboo curtains in Longzhong.

That portrait must have been taken away by Liu Bei after his reincarnation, and the two of them were of the same mind after all. Ji Han and the Shu Kingdom suddenly felt the cruelty of historical writing, and the dreams and beliefs held by their old friends were drowned in just one stroke of text.

It's been almost ten years... I don't know how many times I've watched it, and I cry every time.

Alas, I read the article I read four years ago again today. I am still very sad and like it very much. When the teacher wrote this article, I was still in elementary school. When I read this article, I wondered what the teacher was like. This was the first article that introduced me to Xuanliang, and it was also my favorite article, and it still is to this day. I listened to the old song again today, and it reminded me a lot of my feelings when I first read it. Maybe this is something that people don't remember, but the article still remembers it. I wonder if the teacher will see what I said? Will people see it later? Will anyone read such a good article, and will anyone sigh or shed a little tear over it? I said a lot of nonsense, I hope I'm not presumptuous.

I once saw a song called "Dingjun Mountain Night Rain" in Liangba. It was really beautiful. Then I learned about this article "Dingjun Mountain". Later, after reading the "Kongming Center Collection 03-09", I realized that I had read your article a long time ago. It was the article "Cuihua Empty Mountain". I had saved it on my computer a long time ago. I also looked up the poem "Cuihua Imagines the Empty Mountain Beyond". I like Xuan Liang, probably because I like the kind of life-or-death friendship, the kind of friendship that only belongs between men, as light as water, but can last forever. Each of your articles has a very good starting point. The perspective of the King of the North, Adou's perspective, and the perspective of a certain soldier under Jiang Wei (it seems that it is not finished yet) are all very clever. There is also a plum blossom in Longzhong. This is a writing technique that I particularly like to use. It is to objectify myself and quietly watch that person's fame and fortune, and see that person's happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy. That's enough. I don't know if you know Ruoxu, but I think you and her must be very compatible.

In the old battle of Hanzhong, veteran general Huang Zhong defeated Xiahou Yuan on this mountain, and Emperor Zhaolie also confronted Cao Jun here. This Dingjun Mountain has witnessed the existence and rise of a country... Even its most prosperous scene. What people don't remember, maybe the mountain still remembers. It has only been ten years, but old friends are dying one after another. Guan and Zhang died unexpectedly one after another, and General Huang, who had made great military exploits in Dingjun Mountain, also died the next year. His filial piety and uprightness were beyond doubt, his appearance of speaking, smiling, and uncanny talents were just like what he had seen in person yesterday, but he fell ill and died, which suddenly destroyed his foundation. The fresh faces of Liu Zichu, Mi Zizhong, and Ma Jichang seemed to have withered away in the blink of an eye. Even the late emperor himself passed away in Yong'an Palace, leaving only the cold and solemn tablet in Huiling and the unfulfilled vows. When Zhuge Liang, as the prime minister, recalled the agreement again, the funeral of old general Zilong had just ended. Looking back, I was the only one left among my companions who had traveled all the way from Jingzhou, Chengdu, and Hanzhong. But this article brought back the plot of Ji Han that had been hidden deep in my heart for a long time. Maybe we have liked each other for a long time, often watching fights and joking around, and now that we are involved in trivial matters in our daily work, the feelings we had at the time are no longer as strong, but these two paragraphs of your words, cat, easily evoked my feelings for that country in the Three Kingdoms era. Looking back deeply, Dingjun Mountain has witnessed the existence, rise, and even the scene of a country at its peak. This sentence is not surprising but inexplicably made me chew on it for a long time. When I read this article again, the first throbbing started from this paragraph. When chatting before, I said that Ji Han symbolizes ideals and dreams for me. There used to be a group of people with different personalities who shed their blood for a dream. Die-hard fans will always feel that these people in the history books are shining when they come to me. Under the moonlight next to the campfire, drinking from a large bowl, singing and singing, and lying drunk on the battlefield, I can't help but feel overwhelmed when I think of it. I was excited, and then these people slowly walked away one by one. I had read about the death of Huang Zhong twice in Fei Dan's articles. One article described the people who left during the Eastern Expedition even though I couldn't remember the names. The one who impressed me the most was Huang Zhong; the other article was "I Am Adou". The most profound impression I have had from this long time travel story to this day is the last battle of the mountain-like General Huang. The young people in this group of people were getting older day by day, and the number of people around him was getting smaller and smaller. This sadness and loss, just like the distance from Chang'an that did not shorten with age, must be a long-term dull pain for the prime minister. However, this person always has the strength to support him to continue to walk alone to realize their dreams. Such a loyal and persistent person finally gave up in Nai's article. This ending is not a happy ending. Now this sentence suddenly came back to his mind. He thought, Zhuge Kongming, life and death, maybe it is true... That he has never been drunk. People who are too sober will live a very tired and painful life. This is probably the case for saints. I am just a stupid fan.

Lord, in your previous life, you were really an unlucky man who had been separated from your wife and your children.