After finishing the article, I decided to revise the copy.
This is an article about Prime Minister Ji Han. The purpose of this article is to look at the world of Zhuge Liang and Ji Han from the perspective of the heroine.
When talking about which stage of Zhuge Liang I love the most, the only one that comes to mind and is my favorite is his ten years in Longzhong. Studying and plowing the fields, playing the piano and looking at flowers, and living a leisurely life. Such an indifferent young man felt that it was really wonderful. He is eight feet tall, handsome and energetic, which is in obvious contrast to the following ten years.
But now I just love him when he entered the period of governing Shu. At this time, he was already 40+, and it had been "twenty and one year since the late emperor visited the thatched cottage three times." After the Northern Expedition began, he entered the last eight years of his life. These eight years were of great significance to him, and were also the period when all the beautiful qualities in his life blossomed.
Such desolation, I suddenly fell in love with it.
You say, in the vast universe and the vast history, how could there be someone like him?
A lonely shadow in the turbulent times, he went to Yunnan, he went to Hanzhong, he went to make salt, he went to build weirs, he went to the Northern Expedition, he went to Wuzhangyuan... I really like all the earthly fireworks in him, then he is no longer aloof.
Helpless, too far away. After flipping through a few pages of the book, I felt that he was no longer in this world. So what's the use of reading this? I could never see him in person.
So I thought that it would snow in the sixth year of Jianxing. He would wear a crescent-white straight train and a black cloak. He would play the piano in the thick fog at night. In the frosty night, he would look to the north alone.
Even though there is nothing there.
At the end of the Han Dynasty, there were people like this who were willing to bear the ups and downs of the world on their own and devoted their whole lives to restoring the Han Dynasty. Why does my heart feel warm every time I think of him? When the thought came to my mind, it seemed like it was snowing again in Longzhong. Although it had been raining in Jiange for days, a bright moon hung high in Chengdu. The brightness does not diminish, this life is illuminated like this.
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"Perhaps you loved someone who was not in the same time and dimension as you.
You crawl in the dust of the years trying to smell his breath. You look through the pages of books, pictures, and poems to find the clues he left behind.
You even want to try your best to protect him, even if you are laughed at as stupid.
Even though he has died long ago, or simply lives in the fictional pages, he still lingers in your mind.
Sometimes you feel that you know him just as he knows you. If he were alive, he would definitely know about you.
He is not a peach blossom in this world. He is your punishment, the bones of your past, and your true, pure and supreme unrequited love. "
——"Drinking as a Penalty"
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You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow.
Dreams from different worlds, hatred from different worlds.
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Intention: You bury your bones in the mud under the spring, but I send them to the world with a head full of snow.
