The sun is like blood, but not only the sun is like blood.

The last oblique glow on the horizon passes through the haze and lingers on the land blackened by war. Broken arrows and swords were scattered everywhere, and the smell of death filled every surviving Chu army soldier with fear.

Except him-the overlord of this place, Ji Xiang of Jiangdong.

Hand stroke pendant slightly pale, eyes wandering in the landscape fog of Jiangdong, he firmly believes that even if the foot is Huaiyin Hou hundreds of fighters, he can also deus ex, and then open a piece of heaven and earth, he firmly believes. Looking back on the youthful vitality of that year, the phrase "he can replace it" broke ground! In the Battle of Julu, Yi Song was beheaded in a rage and burned his bridges. He led more than 200,000 princes from all walks of life and defeated Qin Jun. Yuan people bowed their heads and knocked into Qin, becoming the overlord of Chu. How strong he is!

So far, he has never doubted himself. Isn't this the next battle? What made him even more unbearable was Yu Ji's harsh words: "Overlord, you know that defeat is because you are lonely. The stag won a great victory, but you buried 200 thousand soldiers alive and dominated Xianyang. But you burned Afangshan 300 Li, with its capital in Pengcheng, and gave the death to Ziying and the front. My father strongly opposes it, but you stick to your guns and go your own way. You must know that Chu has long lost the hearts of the people! "

It's a night when Chu songs are everywhere and foot soldiers are scattered, each making a living. Poor concubine, a wisp of fragrant soul, went away with the wind-he believed in himself and that he could not listen to the coup of those civil servants.

However, he was wrong. Standing in front of him is the endless Wujiang River, and tens of millions of fighters are pressing over.

The crown in the distance is Hanwang, and a burst of smug laughter shook the field. "King, do you know why you lost to me? You pretend to be a talented person, but you can accomplish the six countries and the four seas by yourself, but you are wrong! I am thirsty for talents, and I don't doubt employing people. I chase Han Xin at night; Ignorant people are incompetent, so they take it out on Fan Zeng. In this way, you betrayed your relatives and friends, and I gradually became full-fledged and refused to accept people's words. If you don't see me, the price is that Rong Di Huma destroyed the carved building, and the first emperor plundered Guizhou's head, and the price was that the Qin family was destroyed for thousands of years. You go your own way, and I fully listen to the opinions of courtiers. Before Hangu Pass, Fan Zeng advised you to storm, but you stayed put; At the hongmen banquet, Sean asked me to apologize, and I escaped with my body. Wang Xiang and Wang Xiang, from this perspective, it is up to me to swallow eight wastes, sweep Liuhe and sweep the world. " Overlord stupefied smile, full of bitterness and helplessness. I don't know if this moment is a disappointment of overconfidence, a regret of not listening to opinions, or a helpless "I die today, not a crime of war." The sun in the morning is like fire. Not only the morning sun, but also the blood in the neck of the overlord.

What can I do? I'm angry with the world, but when things are bad, I won't die, I won't die. Where's concubine Yu Jinai?

He fell down. Empty is the vast land behind him. ...

hero

Heroes are made by the times. At that time, the hero stood out from the vast Gobi desert, the vast dust and the vast sea of people, leaving endless admiration and praise for the younger generation.

Take off the aura of heroes, let us re-examine them, that bloody battlefield for thousands of years, Jin Ge iron horse, one person achieved great things! What we need is actually not such a hero, who is above history and exists proudly. In our opinion, these are just a passage in the history books, with clear handwriting and blurred image. Such heroes are too far away from our hearts, so we should look up to them.

When Professor Yu Dan described his experience in The Analects of Confucius, he once said that Confucius was not above others. Through the Analects of Confucius, we can read the hearts of saints and approach them. Such "saints" are the "heroes" we need. This kind of hero is worth remembering. There is a warm breath in this kind of hero, which makes us feel that the hero is always close to us in history, even if the Millennium changes.

I thought of Tao Yuanming, who had an average political record all his life, just a scholar, living in seclusion in the countryside and picking chrysanthemums under the hedge, enjoying himself like a crane in the clouds. Such a secular master, his open-mindedness, has been repeatedly praised by later generations, but this state of mind is now difficult to achieve.

Calling him a hero sounds inappropriate. His image in the eyes of the world is nothing more than "often entertaining himself with articles and showing others with ambition." But such a person makes us feel close, just like a hard-working farm worker, conveying his mood to everyone and teaching everyone his optimistic attitude of "being happy and forgetting troubles". We modern people can also feel this attitude towards life. He is a taciturn hero, but everyone smiles with admiration. This admiration is also gratitude, gratitude to the hero. This gratitude comes from the heart.

Heroes, the key is to be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, without generalizations in history books.

Redefine the hero. Heroes are friends who come to us through the dust of the Millennium. He can turn thousands of years of history into a simple smile and blend it into our hearts. History is no longer far away and heroes are no longer far away. Together with the heroes, we reincarnate again in the long visit and appreciate their fresh breath.

The hero in my eyes

Looking back at the long river of history, the vast history of China is vivid in our eyes, and the epic story reappears in front of us. Breeze bursts, waves bloom, and I seem to hear countless heroes making impassioned speeches on the shore of history. I am glad to meet them in the long river of history, which is my blessing. However, in the dark, they gave me more encouragement and passion. I saw Dr. Chu singing by the Zehe River, and I will never regret it. Wei Wudi waved his whip and pointed to the east, full of courage; Tao Yuanming leisurely Nanshan, picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely drinking; Li Qingzhao is as thin as a yellow flower, and her dreams are locked. ...

Qu Yuan by the Miluo River

On the bank of Miluo River, a man with unkempt hair came to us. In those clear eyes, we saw his loyalty and love for Chu, but the worry on his face made us lose sight of the hope of Chu. How did you know that such a patriotic poet would sink into the river today! Alas, alas!

"Everyone is drunk and I wake up alone, and the world is turbid and I wake up alone." It is precisely because of this that you chose Jiang Shen and shouted at the sky with your patriotic enthusiasm. There is nothing wrong with history, and there is nothing wrong with people. When people leave, the hero's soul dies. We saw it, and we felt your immortal soul-unyielding. You proved everything with your own practical actions. At the moment you sank into the bottom of the river, a hero was born. You are great, so great that we can only worship at your feet. How many people have made such sacrifices for their country since ancient times? However, our hero Qu Yuan did it.

Cao Cao, resolute and heroic

I am a traitor and I will rule the Three Kingdoms. Sighing a drop in the ocean, feeling old, waving a whip at the east, aiming at a thousand miles, hoping that the world will be my heart.

In the later years of the martyrs, they killed the soldiers. What a man in a dragon. Cao Cao lived a wonderful life. With a long whistle, the dragon swept over the shoal and hit the water for three thousand miles on the vast ocean. A loud singing voice led Dapeng across the abyss and soared in the vast sky. It's amazing, it's amazing! The choice of life without regrets and resolute character are better than Liu Bei's potential and Sun Quan. This is the real character, the real husband! You are full of lofty sentiments and played a beautiful music with your fiery passion. The eternal quatrain: "When drinking is a song, life is much more bitter than before ..." It still echoes in my ears. I envy your heroism, all-powerful, and poetic! You are worthy of being a hero and worthy of respect.

Tao Yuanming, a recluse.

Perhaps this is the reason why Tao Yuanming retired. "The wood is thriving and the spring water begins to flow", which may be Tao Yuanming's paradise; Perhaps this is Tao Yuanming's pastoral life: "Morning is booming, and the home is hoed on behalf of the moon." . Simple, simple but natural.

There is no smoke without fire, carefree, how can five buckets of rice destroy the eyebrows and bend over! Under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, there is a fairyland in a castle on earth, and there is no worry about no car or horse. This is Tao Qian, carefree. A person's life has to go through several ups and downs, and it takes a lot to see the essence of a thing clearly. However, Tao Yuanming was able to make a choice very early. He gave up his wealth and pursued a kind of spiritual magnanimity, wandering in an elegant situation, which was a kind of detachment.

Sentimental Li Qingzhao

Things change, tears flow before words. However, Shuangxi's boat is very heavy. Last night, the yellow flowers were sparse and strayed into the depths of the lotus, and the source was unknown.

Her beauty is not as high as a cliff, but it makes us look up; Her sadness was not fatal, but it stung us. A beautiful woman, a sad flower that burns the soul. I didn't expect you to drink so much. Perhaps only you know the true meaning of wine, so that you opened a pool of gulls and herons. The seeds of sorrow in the world, I don't know how much you have sown, I can only look for them from those endless poems. You live calmly, smartly and naturally. Drink if you want, and worry if you want. But in real life, there are only a few people who can do this. More often, people are pretending to be themselves and living very tired.

Everyone's soul is a world, and everyone's world is attached to the soul. However, the poet's soul is integrated into the poem, as fragrant and poetic as cloves. They are heroes in my heart, I pursue them, I worship them, they are a bright light in my heart, guiding me to the future. Although the road ahead is still very sad, I will ride the wind and waves and go forward bravely.