Heroes are not judged by success or failure. Success or failure is the success or failure of ordinary officials and salaries, as well as the light and shadow of the world. Heroes are not judged by success or failure. Heroes are upright people who came from the ancients and were left behind by the emperor and died without regret. Going back to the struggles of frustrated literati in textbooks, I think it is better to believe in heroes than to care about success or failure.
The "defeat" outside the body often cannot erase the "victory" of heroic literati's integrity.
Bao Zhao endured the suffering of Jiupin Zhong Zheng all his life, and he still has the spirit of imitating poetry; Meng Xiangyang, I am covered with cloth, but after all, it is a deer gate, but it is quiet and indifferent. Li Yu, after his death, still left the swan song of Chunhua Qiuyue, not falling in love; Yue Fei's grievances are not covered with snow, and he rushes to the crown to fill a song full of river red and pour into the meaning of the future. Career paths can overlap, fate can be bumpy and eventful. However, a real soldier dares to face the blood and indifferent sadness, leaving his integrity and pride in history. That poem is as clean as a person.
On the contrary, "defeat" outside the body can better create "success" of heroic literati's integrity.
There is benevolence and righteousness in the Tao, great falsehood in the wise, filial piety in the six relatives and loyalty in the country. If there is no consideration of drift from place to place, how can Li Canqing's voice be slow? Without the tempering of unfair punishment, how did Sima Qian's thrilling Historical Records come from? Without the ill-fated blow, how could there be Wang Bo's unprecedented Preface to Wang Tengting? The real warrior among the literati is that he would rather commit suicide in Wujiang than Jiangdong, and he would rather leave his incense in the debris. The hand of a book should write about the awe of the heart. Before suffering came, it was still an uncut diamond, and after twists and turns, it could break through the ground. Only seven or eight made of barren soil can stick to the pain and loneliness of lonely people. Only in this way can the poems and songs written dare to sing with a smile: it is better to hold incense in the branches than to blow it into the flowers.
Be careful not to fill the world with peaches and plums, and advise the scholar to relax. Not judging heroes by success or failure is to prevent the dusty battle between officials and the sea from tarnishing the literati's solar terms, and to prevent the dead fame and fortune from eroding ancient books.