The Death of the Shu Chancellor

The characters I like all died in the most beautiful years, just like Gong Jin, just like Feng Xiao. They died in the most vigorous years, without the final pain and old age, just like a flower that withered when it bloomed the most. I used to like Zhuge Liang, who was full of wits and cleverness, as if Kong Ming, who had a clever plan to settle the world, had always been a slightly sinister and romantic celebrity with a warm smile on his lips, instead of the future Prime Minister of Shu, the old Marquis Wu. Recently, I was looking for articles about the Three Kingdoms, and I found that if they were well written, they would be either deceptive or cruel. But yes, the era of the Three Kingdoms was filled with heroes and heroes, but it was not an era that could be decorated with sweet words. The twilight of heroes is the most perfect tragedy among all tragedies. Da Da grasped the images of Kong Ming and Gong Jin very well, especially Kong Ming's youthful vigor in his youth and his loneliness in his later years. The Romance made Zhuge Kongming the Shu Han Dynasty, but when we go back to history, we find that it is a lonelier legend than the Romance.

You stand on the city, look at him, pick up your sword, whip your horse and whip, and walk out of Chengdu, which is filled with white mist in winter. He is young, passionate and energetic. He gradually disappeared behind the mist. Everything is very good. You suddenly remember that many years ago, there was such a person, with the stars as his eyes and the wind and snow as his clothes, looking out over the city, his eyes looking far away, as if looking towards the end of life and death. Time wears and depreciates over time. There is vast snow in the city, which is no different from one day more than twenty years ago. Everything is very good. It was only in recent years that you discovered that you were more and more similar to that person. Doing your best and taking care of everything has turned you into a candle that is about to be extinguished. Sometimes you will still think of the hexagram Mr. Shui Jing made for you before you threw yourself into troubled times without hesitation, saying that your life will be wandering from now on, as heavy as a coffin. As you wished, you finally left your name in history, but apart from a few words in the history books and in the ancestral hall, there was really no trace of it. You stretched out your hand towards Ma Su in front of you. The trajectory of history draws an arc. All around was a heavy fog that had never dissipated since the late Han Dynasty. A long time ago, you were in the countryside, Liu Bei was in the temple, holding one hand with the other, and then the world was divided into three parts, and the war continued. A few years ago, Zhou Lang was young, handsome, traveling around the country, and laughing. At that time, there was another dazzling person standing next to him. Completely different from the person you met, both fortunately and unfortunately so beautiful. The trajectory of history arcs, and all is well. You know you can never be him. Even if you spread your wings like him all your life and protect the people around you. For you, Sun Bo Fu, who has been throughout his life, only exists in distant legends, from the winter solstice to the Grain Rain, for ten thousand years a year. When you returned from the Northern Expedition several times without success, you thought of him, and when you thought of the flames in Chibi that year, the light in his eyes was like a god. When he smiled, his face turned red due to weakness. He once called your name seriously and struggled to lift the scarlet cloak in the wind and snow all night. Sometimes you feel that you, King Sun Quan of Wu, Lord Liu Bei, and countless great figures of this era who are remembered in history, you are all the night. Countless nights maintain the normal operation of the world and prevent this apocalypse from dying out, and he is the fireworks burning in the night. You are different after all. This country needs you, and you need him. After Ma Su was defeated, he fled back and died in exchange for your reputation. You repeated his name, You Chang, You Chang, just like you responded to that person countless times in every quiet night. You feel lonely, as if there is a piece of ice living in your soul, but you don't quite understand it. Maybe Ma Su and Zhao Yun know better than you.

Since then, the feeling of this figure has changed from being like a spring breeze to being so cold. Zhao Yun vaguely remembered that before he was thirty years old, Zhuge Liang was always smiling. TAT, this sentence. . . I specifically checked the information Zhuge Liang was born in 181 Thirty years old is 211 years Zhou Yu died in 210. . . . %>_<%

I like the positioning of Liu Bei here. I like Liu Bei more than Liu Bei in The Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Maybe it's because my vision is different from that of the ancients.

Why so lonely. Full of aloof confusion.

"The song is wrong, Zhou Lang is taking care of it", it is indeed the easiest to be YY~ Among the bustling crowd, only he could understand the sound of his piano; among the crowds of Wu people, only he could understand the worry, loneliness, gloom, and murderous intent in his eyes under his smile.

My kiss must be my destiny! The writing is so beautiful and so good... There is always pain in the coldness, but there is no love in the whole story, but it makes people heartbroken and sad. It is not even love between them...

I was listening to "The Tribulation of Karma" while reading the article, and found that this song with beautiful lyrics, music and sound is very suitable for Liang Yu's artistic conception, such as these lines: "The clouds that flow thousands of feet are so drunk that they lie down Who is drinking alone under the moon? Dance to figure out the shadows and sigh that all the years have been wasted in an instant Who can laugh through the floating life? Turn on and off the lights on the balcony Looking back, I see the flowers blooming and the smoke rising. I have a Jiaoweiqin The string is broken and there is no one to reconcile with. The people of the past have gone to the tall buildings, who will sing with them?" Suddenly I have the urge to cry...

Lonely. The hero dies late, his heart aches, and his heart aches.

(╥╥)Thank you, madam, for writing such a good work. The best ending is actually a little ironic. I will write a long review after I re-read Romance of the Three Kingdoms.