Baidi Chunshen

Same birthday! "

He rested on the side of his prime minister with peace of mind.Like a soldier at night, resting his arms on his back.I also heard that heroes are like mountains and beauties are like water.A strong man summons his soul into the earth, and sleeps on the green hills at night.The stars are shining brightly, as bright as words...

In this life, I will live up to you, and I will live up to this thousand miles of country...

Kong Ming... Kong Ming...

You and I are confidantes for a lifetime, and they are bright for a while.Work together in the same robe, and live and die together.Do your best to become my hegemony.Do your best for my thigh.With Qing's hand, do something for me.Borrow the name of Qing, for my posthumous posthumous title.Tens of millions of years later, it will be recorded in the annals of history with you...

In this life, Liu Bei really... has no regrets.

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White Emperor Chun Shen. Postscript

It was approaching the anniversary of the death of the Prime Minister, and after more than two years, I finally filled the big hole and fulfilled a wish in my heart.

Come to the end, look back at the beginning...

Writing this article was just an obsession at the beginning, and some of them were unwilling to be misunderstood by future generations.

In my imagination, Liu Bei respects and loves Zhuge Liang. Zhuge Liang admires and relies on Liu Bei. They admire each other and cherish each other as heroes. Perhaps in the eyes of future generations, Zhuge Liang is much better than Liu Bei, and it is too wronged to serve Liu Bei. But In the real history, until Zhuge Liang came to power, Liu Bei’s brilliance far surpassed his own prime minister. Not only did he personally lead the army for many years, but he was also famous all over the world. His outstanding majesty made many heroes bow down. Zhaolie, Zhao Lie, the scorching sun will emit heat by itself, spreading warmth to those around him. Zhao Lie is such a person. He is a radiant emperor.

Asking Tian and asking for homes, afraid of being ashamed, Liu Lang is angry. Imagine such a general with half-white hair, looking at the sword with a lamp in his drunk dream, and watching the battle with tears. He looks resolute and dull on the outside, but in fact he has the world in his heart. He is indomitable, With iron-like strength and will, and a fire-like personality, he leads the charge and takes the lead in wartime. But when he is off the battlefield, he likes to sit on the ground with soldiers and common people to eat and sing together around the campfire. He is approachable and approachable. And inspired countless leaders.

I remember that Ma Boyong once said that only two people became gods in the Three Kingdoms. One is Guan Yu and the other is Kong Ming. Then, Liu Bei who made them two gods is by no means a simple person. Zhuge Liang's temperament is proud and wise. In fact, he has never been foolish and loyal. Instead, we only see "the ministers serve the emperor with loyalty", but we have not seen how Liu Bei "the emperor envoys with courtesy". Liu Bei's courtesy is entrusted by the world. Zhuge Liang's loyalty is the best The world reports.

History has talked about Baidi Tuogu a few times, but Zhuge Liang's glory through the ages is precisely because of Baidi Tuogu. A large part of the prime minister's light and power comes from his lord. When the scorching sun was about to fall, Liu Bei In time, Zhuge Liang was pushed onto the stage of history. He promised his prime minister, from fish with water, to moonlight like water, might shake the world, and illuminate the long night of troubled times. Trust, the perfect fit of ideals and beliefs can be achieved.

The setting sun is setting and the moon is on the east mountain. This is probably the image of Baidi Tuogu. The Gu entrusted is not just a dou. "Gu" is also the prime minister. Leading them. He entrusted the world to the prime minister to bear, and also entrusted the prime minister to Qingshi to remember. If it wasn't for the true love, if it wasn't for the two of them with the world in their hearts, how could they do this.

Monarchs, confidants, fathers and sons, teachers and friends. Joy is a chapter, and fighting is a weapon. The benevolent enjoys mountains, and the wise enjoys water. Monarchs and ministers are great, ancient and modern. Sad but not hurt, gentle and honest. If you write these, it will be very happy~

ps I'm a fan of the prime minister...how can I act more like the protagonist Su in this article?But when you think about it, the main character of Baidi Tuogu was originally the lord. The time when the prime minister was truly powerful and radiant was during the Northern Expedition. But that was beyond my writing skills and imagination. It is really difficult to read history as the time of the Northern Expedition That kind of shock is expressed...so, after writing Baidi, my brainpower is exhausted, so...satisfied!

2015.10.7

Fanwaiyi

[Xuan Liang/Joe's Perspective] Is it only a god?

Is it only a god | Zhuge Qiao's chapter

Heroic, my son, contains the spirit of heaven alone.

Is it only a god, or a human being?

How deep is the thought, how clear is the virtue!

Different worlds lead to dreams, hate does not live.

1. Mountains of people are immortals

I used to suspect that my father was a fairy.Otherwise, why did he name me "Joe" with the word "Bosong"?Those are the names of immortals: Wang Ziqiao, Chisongzi.And my younger sister is also a fairy.She has a very high talent for cultivating Taoism, and people say that she will ascend to immortality.

His father's appearance is outstandingly handsome and handsome, his father's figure is outstandingly tall, and his wisdom and calmness are unparalleled-at least in my young eyes.Is there any reason for me not to think that he descended from a god?

So much so that I almost forgot that my father used to live in seclusion in the mountains, but he was not practicing Taoism, but farming like ordinary people.His father has absolute wisdom and a talent for learning Taoism, but he does not want to soar, but aims at the world.

"You forgot one more thing." My father pinched my nose and reminded me with a smile: "Grandpa chose the name Qiaoer, not for my father."

Out of respect and love, I have always called him "Father".And the grandfather mentioned by my father refers to my biological father Zhuge Ziyu.After I first saw Lushan Lunjin's father when I was six years old, my grandpa said that I would still see immortals all day long.Until one day, grandpa was so annoyed by me that he told me that the immortal wanted to take me as a disciple.He wants to send me to the fairy.

After leaving Grandpa, I would cry secretly in bed at night for a few months, but I refused to let my fairy master know that I was homesick.I don't want him to see me cry.

I call him Master, Immortal Master.

Until he couldn't laugh or cry: "Qiao Er, call me Grandpa."

"No, you are not my grandpa! Grandpa said you are his younger brother, so you are uncle, master..."

God knows how long it took him to get me to change my mind.Then I kept calling him daddy.

As he got older, he began to let the teacher teach me manners, and he became strict with me, but he still never lost the gentleness of a father.That made me no longer hug him and throw myself into his arms as I did when I was a child, but my respect and love for him can only grow day by day.

My body was weaker than other children since I was a child, so as I grew older, I realized that my father named me Qiao, which means Bosong.He just hoped that I would live a long and healthy life like pine and cypress trees, Wang Ziqiao and red pine nuts.He wants nothing more from me.

But my father is so tall and healthy.For many years, he spent most of the day in the field sweating profusely, wielding a hoe or holding a plow.He has great strength, and I know that if he practices martial arts, he will never lose to any general from Guan Zhangzhao.However, he can bury his head in the official documents and ledgers all day long, racking his brains and running around for all the country's military vehicles, food and grass, firewood, rice, oil and salt.This is really a matter of great detail and requires huge physical and mental support.This is something that no other general or any civil servant can do.Only a father can do this, and it can be done so perfectly.So he took it without hesitation.

My health didn't improve until I was 15 years old, and I knew I would never grow up and learn like a normal kid.I will never be able to match him.

It was a time when I was depressed, and I was not sad because I was not as good as the other children, but because I was not as good as him, the father.

Anyone who has seen his father in Shu brocade will be astonished.The beautiful and bright lines blurred my sight.At that time, in my mind, he was no longer the fairy of Lushan Lunjin.He is a god—a god other than Fuxi, Shennong, and Nuwa in ancient legends.

2. The sun and the moon are bright

Father was a man so strong that he never seemed to lose control of his emotions.His smile was as warm and warm as an early summer breeze.He is majestic and dignified like a mountain.Even the occasional anger during law enforcement is like a thin layer of frost covering a cold mountain.Hot tears, or blizzards of rage, never seemed to belong to him.That only belonged to the first emperor whom he deeply admired and loved.

However, as far as I remember, there seems to be one exception.

I say "as if" because my father's loss of control was not obvious that time.

It was a night after the first emperor passed away, three days after he returned from Baidi City to Fuzi Palace.I accidentally discovered the moment when he looked up from the complicated official documents.Father's eyes are as bright as black jade, and there is always a light of wisdom in them, deep and peaceful.According to what I said when I was a child: My father's eyes hide a lot of things, just like the stars, beautiful and enduring, I will never get tired of looking at them.Is that why your grandfather named you "Liang"?

My father smiled and stroked my head, but didn't answer.

And that night, when I saw my father raised his head from the official document, the empty eyes that seemed to have taken out his soul, the hesitation, and even the fear in it, seemed to swallow the mighty him...

No, at that moment, he was not strong at all!He was so fragile that it seemed that the darkness of this night could easily swallow him up, and he would cease to exist in the next instant.

I hurried over to sit beside him and held his hand tightly.And my father, who has always been strict and courteous, and never had any intimate behaviors with me after I was 12 years old, unexpectedly embraced me with open arms.His hands were cold, and even his body temperature was cold.But I stuck to his chest and could hear his heart beating powerfully.That is the center of Jihan, the heart of a country.

No amount of unbearable grief can stop it.I can't say a single word of comfort.Because I know that to father