Title: Beginning Wu And Ending Wen Xin Abandoning Disease
Xin abandoned his illness all his life, a great talent of literature and martial arts, and a person for thousands of years. Looking forward to the land of China, looking back at the history of China, starting things with martial arts, and finally taking literature as a profession, or only one person.
Sixty-eight years, it is not an exaggeration to call him a great man. His life is full of twists and turns, magnificent and magnificent; his study time is profound and vast, vast and profound; his lyrics are magnificent and exquisitely crafted. He is also proficient in the method of raising soldiers and the strategy of combat command. If the Song Dynasty treats him not thinly, or less arrogant words, but more generals who resist Jin.
Xin abandoned his illness to learn martial arts from an early age, and was also taught by his grandfather, although he was in the golden land, he eventually became a Song people, practiced martial arts diligently, and had the ambition to recover the lost land. The Southern Song Dynasty did not want to dominate the industry, and Gou An was in a corner, and it was more temporary and peaceful, and it was helpless to bow down to Jin and pay tribute to jin every year. The young man Xin abandoned his illness, did not bend to resist, and had a heart. Later, he merged with geng jing rebels and served as the secretary general, in charge of the seal letter. His subordinates rebelled, Geng Jing was killed, Xin was furious, the Prancing Horse crossed the knife, only led a few horses into the enemy camp, captured the rebel general, and then rushed thousands of miles, escorted him to Lin'an Zhengfa, and led ten thousand people south to return to Song.
But the things of the world are not what they want to do, and when they return to the south, only the sheep have a soft pen and no sword in their hands. In this life, there is no hope of entering the battlefield, and there is no longer any blood spatter in the battle robe, only the dragon and snake can be written, and the mountains and rivers are scattered, and the rice paper is sprinkled with tears, leaving only empty sighs.
Reading the word Xin, only the word momentum, the overall emotional tone, in addition to the patriotic complex running through it, give people more feelings of courage, ambition and pride. Poetry articles, originally a side business, how can the artistic achievements be extremely high, and the things that serve the country are forgotten by the world.
"Drunkenly picking up the lamp to see the sword, dreaming back to blow the horn and camp" is his Jinge voice, "look at the Wu hook, shoot the railing all over, no one will, climb the meaning" is his sigh of sorrow and indignation, climbing the dangerous building, linjiang water, looking at the Yangtze River, patting the railing, only to tears. Tapping the railing, using the pen as a sword, climbing the stairs and shouting, trying to make a sound to Song. To care for the world with the heart is not qualified for the heart. Jin Ou is broken, the moon is not full, the mountains and rivers are lacking, and the heart is uneasy. Although he clutched the sword, he was powerless to do anything, and he was born with hatred and died with hatred.
The road is uneven, the ranger who draws the sword to help each other, and the great hero, for the country and the people, is the pearl of the grain of rice, and dares to shine. I did not imagine that when Xin was dying, he would remember his "Broken Array": drunkenly picking up the lamp to see the sword, dreaming of blowing back the horn company camp, eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings overturning the outside sound, and the battlefield autumn point soldiers. Lu of the horse is fast, the bow is like a thunderbolt, but the king of the world, won the name of the posthumous, poor white happened.
Xin abandoned his illness all his life, the waves were magnificent, reading his words, I was fortunate, I knew its history, I was fortunate.
The author does not have a poem: the anti-Jin general has no second heart, and the arrogant one loses the three armies. Sixty-eight years of many things, white happened to only Xin.