A. xxx in my eyes essay
When I was little, my mom was a candy in my eyes.
I don't know if I was too greedy or if kids are like that. When I was little, I was a super candy-loving kid. Whether it's hard candy, milk candy, chocolate candy, I can't resist, even white sugar, I don't let go. At that time, my family wasn't very rich, and both my parents worked very hard. But whenever I behaved well, my mom would take out a candy for me from behind and pinch my little nose "Hey, little glutton!"
After kindergarten, my mom was a storybook.
When I was 3 years old, my mom sent me to kindergarten. I began to learn to speak, and I memorized a lot of poems! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I think I'm going to be able to. Every night, my mom would sit under the grapevine in the courtyard and tell me stories, and my mom's voice was so beautiful, and the stories were so wonderful. Little Red Riding Hood, The Tortoise and the Hare, The Seven White Rabbits and so on, all of which fascinated me, and I often pulled my mom and yelled for her to tell stories.
After going to elementary school, my mother is an umbrella in my eyes.
I'm starting to understand the situation. I don't know why I don't understand my mom's heart. At that time on the second grade, as long as it is raining, mom will hold the umbrella to send me to school. "Mom's strength is too small?" It occurred to me, why else would the umbrella always tilt toward me? I must ask my mom to set the umbrella right, and she always smiled.
I remember once, my mom sent me to school, walking on the road, suddenly it started to rain. The rain hit my body and face, so painful. Mom took her jacket off, raised it above her head, and ran and ran with me in her arms. Her embrace was so warm, and in her arms, it seemed like a sunny day. Mom was like an umbrella, shielding me from the wind and rain.
In fifth grade, I started to work hard for my grades. Every night I had to study until late, my mom sat beside me and accompanied me, sometimes handing over a warm water bag, sometimes bringing a cup of steaming milk. I would talk to her about anything and she would always help me with my problems. When I was aggrieved, she would comfort me; when I was unhappy, she would tell jokes; when I was happy, she would smile. In my heart, she is also an umbrella, for me to block the unhappy, stay warm.
And now, my mom is more like a cup of strong tea in my eyes.
After going to junior high school, my mom's requirements for me are getting stricter and stricter.
Every time I took a monthly test, she was always very harsh on my ranking, I always had a lot of pressure, and when I did not do well in the test, she would lose her temper, and always said, "Look at whoever you are, and then look at yourself, why do other people can learn well, but you can not? What time is it now? You still think about playing! How can you get into a good high school if you're like this?" Her words always bring me to tears. She was like a cup of strong tea, so bitter and bitter.
Until one night. I didn't do well again that day, because I was scolded, my heart was very sad, so I went to bed early. I heard a sound of opening the door, hurriedly closed my eyes, my room door was opened, a person sat on the side of my bed, stroking my head, tucked me in, must be mom. I purposely pretended to roll over, the covers were lifted and mom put it back over me. As she stroked my my head, she said, "Son, you can't blame mom ah mom didn't want this.
You are now
already in junior high school, and if you do not work hard, you will fall behind ah, now the competition is so fierce, mom is also afraid that you can not keep up ah. No matter what, mom is for your good, please understand mom, okay?" "Ai" mom sighed and went out. At that moment, I finally tasted the fragrance in the strong tea. Mom in fact has not changed, the person who changed is me, in these 13 spring and autumn, I use different eyes to see my mother, to find, to feel my mother's love for me. Whether it is sugar, is the story
B. To "the story in my heart" as the title to write a 600-word essay
"The story in my heart"
Do not play hard to make a living, we all grew up from listening to the story, grow up to see the story grow up. When we were young, we listened to bedtime stories: Cinderella's miserable encounter, Snow White's beautiful and kind, sleep beauty into the strange encounter, the story of Thumbelina ...... ; Growing up, we read masterpieces, Water Margin, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Dream of the Red Chamber, Journey to the West ......
When we finish reading these stories, there will be some memories left in our hearts, and these memories will form a new story, which is the story in our hearts.
What will be the story of my heart? Please read on.
The prince in the Moon Kingdom wanted to find a girl he could love as his queen. So, he made a big decision - to go out of the palace to look for a queen.
Outside the palace, once a year, there is a national women's show for the "Snow Princess".
The prince found a seat where he could clearly see all the actors and actresses on stage. Suddenly, the prince heard the sound of arguing, so he searched for it. When he found the owner of the voice, he saw a woman and a doorkeeper. The woman had long black hair, purple eyes, a small nose and a cherry-like mouth, but the only defect was that she had a birthmark on her face, without which she would have been as beautiful as a fairy. Suddenly, that gatekeeper bit shouted, interrupting the prince's thoughts. "Just like you." Said the man, sizing her up "And you want to run for 'Snow Princess'!" Said the woman, nudging her, "Didn't they say all women can run?" The woman said in a delicate statement. "Yes! Why can't this woman participate in the competition." The prince really couldn't stand this scene anymore, so he stepped forward to discourage it. The gatekeeper looked at the man in front of him who was wearing gorgeous clothes and said, "This ........" .
What's wrong, what's going on outside, so noisy." The host walked over from the center of the stage in no hurry. Just walked to the front, the guard bit said a few words in the host's ear, and said, "Well, you go in, just this little thing, the old lady does not come out, but also can not be solved." Said, passed away. The prince saw that there was nothing more to do, and also returned to the observation area. The woman glanced at the prince and followed him inside as well. The guard position also closed the gate.
The prince embraced the beauty in his arms, took a deep breath, and cried loudly. The beauty in his arms was the woman the prince had seen for the first time, but, at that moment, she was asleep.
A sad ending, a good beginning, what would the middle be like? Tell us what you think, that's the story in your mind.
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D. The story in my heart essay 800 words
The first:
Autumn winds, send the call of harvest, but also interpreted a year of abundance of harvest; sunshine, sowing the warmth of the The sun, sowing the seeds of warmth, but also dedication to the milk of love; the motherland, to achieve brilliant achievements, but also to seek long-term development.
The earth like a flat boat, swinging in the vastness of the universe, in this blue boat of life, in its ancient East, survival of such a country, it is called China.
Babylon's disappearance, the decline of the Dharma, the Nile Valley's name is not known, seems to let people forget that the four ancient civilizations. However, with the flow of history, there is one that has not declined, it is China.
Five thousand years of Chinese civilization, several generations of careful efforts, and how much crimson blood, in exchange for today's strong motherland.
Five thousand years, wind and rain; a few centuries, blood bath, how many dynasties, the rise and fall in and out; how much wisdom, the achievements of the civilization of the deep attempt.
My motherland is vast, my motherland is vast, my motherland has the Yangtze River, the Great Wall, my motherland also has the Yellow Mountains, the Yellow River. I love my motherland, love your shape like the land of the rooster, love you like the spine of the towering Kunlun, love your vast flat Hulunbeier grasslands, but also love your magnificent Dongting Lake.
Because of the motherland, I have a home; because of the motherland, I have happiness; because of the motherland, I have learned and gained knowledge. My motherland and I can not be divided for a moment.
The geese fly south because of the temptation of home;
The fallen leaves return to their roots because of the wind;
The wanderer shed tears because the motherland swept past in front of his eyes.
Because of the motherland, we have a strong cohesion, our hearts are tied to the motherland.
The Olympic Games, we see the red flag flying and tears falling;
The WTO meeting, we heard a hammer and pounding;
TV, we saw the spaceship lifted off the ground and cheered...
We y love her!
We are y in love with her---my dear motherland. No matter how poor and backward she has been, or how much she has been humiliated, oppressed and tortured.
I had a taste of the Terracotta Warriors and horses of the Qin Shi Huang Mausoleum of the majestic, breathtaking, listen to the Yangtze River Three Gorges of the loud and clear hymn ... ... everywhere to sing the praises of the great motherland, to sing the praises of her magnificent mountains and rivers, but also to sing the praises of her far-reaching cultural river.
I am proud, I am proud, just because I am the children of the Yellow Emperor, my motherland is China.
Five thousand years up and down, the hero ten thousand thousand thousand. The yellow sands of a hundred battles to wear gold armor, not broken Lou Lan will not return! This is the eternal wish of every descendant of the dragon!
The motherland, the motherland, may you always be young, always happy.
Second:
"Arise, people who do not want to be slaves, build our flesh and blood into our new Great Wall ......" Whenever the national anthem is played, I can not help but feel a surge in my heart, since the 60th anniversary of the founding of New China, our motherland has experienced storms and rains, rapid technological development, under the leadership of ***, our motherland - a sleeping dragon, has finally been awakened.
In these 60 years, 56 nationalities have been blending together, and in these 60 years, our motherland, like a thousand-mile horse, has been growing by leaps and bounds. Not to mention, the capital of Beijing, not to mention the tourist attraction - Jiuzhaigou, let's talk about my hometown of Wuxi.
60 years Wuxi economic development with the times. On her side there is a pearl - Taihu Lake. *** The surroundings of Taihu Lake are made like a fairyland. Roadside is a green belt, Taihu Lake made a lot of open parks, such as: Fisherman's Island, Bogong Island, and so on. Standing on the lake, the wind gently brushed across the cheeks, white sails in the distance, sparkling.
If you want to relax a little to the Civic Square. Civic Square is divided into north and south square. We first came to the north square. Here people can really many ah! There are fitness of the elderly, there are strolling young people, there are children playing. There are playing badminton, there are skating, there are cycling ...... Crossing the bridge, you come to the South Square. Where there is a library and a museum. The museum was only built in 2008, and it is the new landmark building of Wuxi. It looks like an eagle spreading its wings and flying high, symbolizing that, like this eagle, our China will soar to the sky! Look at the distance, that is the Kempinski, it is the highest hotel in Wuxi, every night, the big TV set on top of it will start working, even people in the city center can see it. I heard my grandfather say that the Citizen Square used to be a big field, and I can't imagine how this big field was turned into a modern square. The night view of Wuxi is even more beautiful. A "rainbow" straight across the river on both sides of the roadside neon lights, store decorative lights, are lit up, the Wuxi light as day.
It is because we 1.3 billion people are *** with the efforts, it is because we put the motherland into the heart, will have a modernized China, a full of peace in China, a prosperous China! Looking at the red scarf in front of my chest, I feel the burden on my shoulders, looking at the five-star red flag hanging high, I feel immensely proud and proud! Honor the martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the revolution, who exchanged their blood for a brand new China!
"Five-star red flag, you are my pride, five-star red flag, I am proud of you, cheering for you, I bless you, your name, more important than my life ......"
Third:
The motherland is in my heart
Along the source of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, drifting down, from the "Poetry" in the "Kankandai trespassing" of the riverside, to the "Historical Records" of the "jingo-tiema" of the Chu River and Han River; from Li Daoyuan's "Water Scripture" to the "Water Scripture" of the "Li Dao Yuan" of the "Li Dao Yuan" of the "Li Dao Yuan" of the "Li Dao Yuan". From Li Daoyuan's "Water Classic" to Su Dongpo's "Going East of the Yangtze River", I see the motherland of the Tibetan Plateau pulsating; the motherland of the undulating loess slopes; the motherland of the fireworks, the thousands of sails competing, the motherland of the hundreds of barges competing for the flow of the fireworks; the motherland of the peaks leaping, the plains Mercedes-Benz, the motherland of the Yangtze River whipping.
In the climbing oracle bones on the bells and tripods, read the spirit of the motherland's childhood; in the Great Wall covered with beacons, read the youth of the motherland's bravado; in the earth full of poetry and science, read the maturity of the motherland's prime ......
I want to say and do not want to say that, I have seen the weakness of the motherland, in the charred ruins of Yuanmingyuan, I look at the motherland, the motherland is the most important of all. I have also seen the weakness of the motherland, in the Yuanmingyuan burnt ruins, I see the motherland is a puddle of blood; in Deng Shichang brave "Zhiyuan ship", I see the motherland is a ball of fire. But my motherland has not sunk. In the eastern part of Asia, it has taken the mountains and the sea in its broad arms, and has taken the children of the Yellow Emperor in its embrace, and has repaired the broken years with thatched grass and earthen bricks, and has fed the hungry life with wild vegetables and thin gruel. Mr. Zhongshan, in the dark of the night began to plan the strategy of governance, *** , in the barren land, support the flesh and bones of the nation; *** , the vicissitudes of the pupil dilated, guiding the disaster-stricken motherland, from the century's wind and rain miraculously walked through!
Along the Yellow River and the source of the Yangtze River, drifting down, over the Hukou, breaking through the Guandong, walking through the Three Gorges, running to the sea. In the Hexi Corridor, the North China Plain, I look at the motherland's richness and vastness, look at the motherland like a thousand miles of horse day and night beyond; in the Yangtze River Delta, Pearl River Delta, look at the motherland sublime and lofty, look at the motherland's prosperity neon lights flashing day and night, brilliant as the Milky Way ......
The motherland that gave me the color of my skin, the motherland that gave me the wisdom and boldness. Although in the countryside, there are dropout children longing for the eyes; although in the towns, there are laid-off women workers helplessly complain, but I know that there is more of a wave of reforms iterative, breaking through the old concepts, the old system of restraint, ushering in the new century majestic sunrise!
This is a new motherland in addition to the old. This is a boiling rising motherland; this is a motherland in the sky. My words are many into a history, my words can be composed of a river of stars, but said the most most emotional sentence, is - take off the motherland, the motherland auspicious, auspicious motherland.
The mighty river, the rolling Yellow River, the rolling hills, all belong to our great motherland. The motherland's mountains and rivers are majestic, the motherland's rivers are beautiful, and the motherland's bosom is incomparably broad.
When the invaders' iron tellurium trampled on our beautiful mountains and rivers, every conscientious Chinese face with tears, heart dripping blood. For the sake of the inviolable motherland in their hearts, they groped in the darkness and fought in the humiliation.
WEN Yiduo shot up, the assassin's pistol; Ji Hongchang hanging high with a "I am Chinese" slogan of the wooden sign, walking in a blue-eyed, yellow-haired foreigners; Zhang Xueliang, Yang Hucheng General in order to save the nation's peril, and resolutely launched the Xi'an Incident ......
Heroes are long gone! Throughout the ages, a song of sadness, a shocking story, all tell a simple and simple belief, the motherland in my heart.
It is the millions of sons, only to hold up the backbone of our nation, the hope of the motherland; it is they, in their own "today", with a full-blooded, written worthy of the times of the "March of the Volunteer Army", which makes our today's **** and national anthems resonate through the state of God, so magnificent, so majestic and loud and clear.
And then turn over five thousand years of history, I found the essence of the motherland's life the Great Wall - that wound, recorded how many vicissitudes, but also showed such tenacity, that is a logo, but also a power, a spirit, a yearning! The Yangtze River - that is the pulse of the motherland! Jumping with never-ending throbbing, spilling boundless sentimentality. The Yellow River--that is the blood of the motherland, boiling, boiling, rushing, rushing, powerless and indestructible, angling forward, what confidence and pride! Wuyue - that is your palm, pointing to the bleak sky, poking the pathos of the ground, angry at the ugly sycophants ......
Shame and misfortune have become the past, the Chinese nation ushered in a new glory. Reform and opening up for more than twenty years, in the majority of working people's hard work, whether military, science and technology, politics, sports, we have made great progress. At the recently concluded Athens Olympic Games, sportsmen and women, with their "ten years' hard work", have made China a sports powerhouse for the first time. Five-starred red flag flying high in the sky above Athens again and again, the majestic and impassioned Chinese people **** and the national anthem for countless children of China's heart surging, tears in their eyes.
"The motherland in my heart", a simple six words, said how many Chinese children's heart. It is because there is such a Chinese heart, the revolutionary martyrs threw their heads, sprinkle blood, Olympic athletes to fight, and repeatedly create brilliant, and every one of the children of the Yellow Emperor will see the five-starred red flag fluttering in the wind will be boiling blood, the ambition of excitement.
Our present happy life is the blood of the revolutionary martyrs in exchange for, see the chest fluttering red scarf, in my heart, there is such a belief, the motherland is the mother, the country is more important than the small family, grow up with both hands to build her more powerful.
The motherland has a vast territory, a glorious history, a mountainous treasure, mountains and rivers, five beautiful scenery. The wild horse of thought is running, I use my heart to depict the motherland mother, her long flowing hair is a thousand leisurely flowing rivers, her hard and craggy spine is a continuous mountain peaks, and her bright eyes are the water of the Dongting, West Lake wave bar!
The motherland is the Pearl of the Orient, the soaring dragon of Asia, the rising sun on the distant horizon. The motherland in your heart, in my heart, in the hearts of all of us!
Fourth:
We love the motherland
Dear teachers, dear students:
Hello! Today, I'm going to speak on the topic of "We Love Our Motherland".
Whenever we look up at the five-star red flag and sing the solemn national anthem, the feeling of patriotism will be stirred in our bosom. We have lived here for generations, and only with this fertile land will we be rich today, the motherland is our home!
The motherland is our home, then, each of us has the right and obligation to protect our motherland. Comrade Xiao Gao, a signalman on Jewel Island, is an example for us to learn. He in order to defend the safety of the motherland, do not hesitate to stay on a lonely island for a long time. In order to make the island more beautiful, he returned home to visit his family on the way back, brought back a carton of insects to pollinate the island's vegetables. Another example is the story of the famous railroad engineer Zhan Tianyou, who personally presided over the construction of the Beijing-Zhangzhou Railway without fear of a thousand dangers or imperialist blackmail or ridicule. You say, which Chinese people do not love their motherland?
The motherland quietly pay, like a mother to give us unlimited help all the time, so we should be like Zhan Tianyou, warrior Xiao Gao with their own body, with their own sweat and wisdom to protect the motherland, love the motherland. However, for us elementary school students, we do not need to use their own bodies to defend the motherland, we should should use their own heart to love the motherland. With the ambition, but not just say no, from now on, we have to work hard to learn knowledge and skills to return to the motherland, for the future construction of the motherland to make a contribution. Let us use our own knowledge and sweat, together to write a more brilliant poetry of the Chinese nation!
We love you, motherland! We love you, motherland! You are always in our hearts!
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E. To stay in my heart a story on the subject of writing a 600-word essay
Memory is no comparison, the flavor of the memories can not be found again.
--Title
The past is with the wind, but the depths of the memory is a faint fragrance from time to time. Let me walk with the memory, recalling the story that is treasured in my heart, watching the clouds roll by, remembering the blossoms and flowers.
It was a summer day, the sun closed the previous smile, dark clouds, a lightning across the sky, thunder rumbled, the wind in the ear whistling. My mom instructed me to go home by myself in the morning because of an emergency, and as soon as school was over I went straight to the bus stop. There are a lot of people, I carry a heavy schoolbag, confused in the crowd waiting for the bus.
About ten minutes or so, the bus came in the drizzle, everyone quickly crowded to the door, a group of boys older than me squeezed me to the back, the car is full, the weak I did not go up, how to do? Wait for the next one! A short while later, another car, but the car has been crowded, no matter how people waved their hands, the car still sped past. Alas ......
The thunder is getting louder and louder, and the rain is getting bigger and bigger, the grass in the storm lowered its head, the flowers in the storm put up a smile, the poplar tree in the storm shivering.
At this time, I am hungry and hungry, I worry that the next moment, I will fall. God, you have pity on me! Just when I don't know what to do, don't know how to go home, a cab in the distance like an angel, let me see the hope, I waved my hand in a hurry, afraid of slowing down a little bit, the car disappeared, I quickly opened the door and sat in the car, after getting in the car I hurriedly took out five dollars from my pocket and handed it to the driver uncle. Uncle asked: "Where to?" , "A middle school Fu Dong neighborhood." The car went for a while, waiting for the red light, the driver uncle after a phone call to me said: "children, uncle has an urgent matter, you get off." I got out of the car in confusion, and when I closed the door, I remembered, money! "Uncle, money." But it was already too late, the car disappeared without a trace in a puff of smoke. I was left standing helplessly on the side of the road in the middle of the storm. Let the tears and rain mix into a stream ......
The rain was still falling, the wind was blowing in no direction, and I was walking on the endless road. The wind rolled up the rain and hit my face, cool to the bottom of my heart!
I had no choice but to walk home. Just walked not far, a cab stopped beside me. "Children, take a car?" "I ...... I have no money!" I stammered in reply. The driver seemed to see my dilemma and said to me, "It's okay, you can give it to me when you get home." I heart a burst of warmth. In a short while, it was downstairs at my house. "Uncle, I'll go upstairs to get the money." "It's okay, kid, don't go." "But ......" Before I could finish, my uncle's car had already driven away. Leaving me puzzled and moved to stand there ...... The same thing but let me see the good and evil in human nature, although I did not remember the appearance of the kind master, this in the storm to give me sincere help, but let me smell the flavor of the flowers bloom, see the sun after the rain to reveal the smile, I know he has a beautiful name I know that he has a beautiful name --- good people.
In life, there are often some unspeakable touches, from no one will deliberately look for, because it is a simple truth. Years without trace, when we look back, the story that treasures in the heart, always leave deep traces in the memory. Looking back to savor, let a person long unforgettable.
F. How to write a story in my heart essay for elementary school
Another quiet summer, I sat alone under the evergreen tree in the yard, listening to the robin chirping non-stop, watching the sky a bird flew by, I can not help but think of that little thing again.
It was also a hot summer day, the family cooled down under the big banyan tree, the surrounding area was very quiet, and occasionally I could only hear a few birds chirping and the voices of the family talking. This hot summer for me was the time to go flying. I asked my uncle to catch a sparrow for me to relieve my boredom. The sparrow is here, yo! It's beautiful! I put the sparrow into the cage and played with it again and again.
Because of the curiosity of children, I was very eager to do an experiment with this little creature. But then I remembered my mom's usual teaching: be kind to animals! I thought over and over in my mind, and finally curiosity convinced me that I was going to do an experiment, and in order not to be found by my mother, I set up the experiment site next to the flower bed.
I have been unable to think of what experiment to do, suddenly one day saw my mother put a small bottle in the cabinet, the bottle with a pattern, the top is also engraved with words, quite beautiful. I stepped on a chair and took the bottle down. Because I was still young and could not read, I only knew that it said "rat medicine", which my grandmother had said would kill me if I ate it, and I had an idea in my mind. ......
I stole the poison and poured it on the floor of the bottle. I stole the "poison" and poured it into the water of the little sparrow, which was jumping at first, but then it didn't work. I squatted down and watched the sparrows die, and I thought, "This is a good medicine! So I poured the sparrow out of the cage and took away the cage. The next day, I went back to the flowerbed and saw the body of a large sparrow next to the dead sparrow. The old grandpa who cleaned the flowerbed said that since the little sparrow, there were always big sparrows flying in. But yesterday a large sparrow flew in and saw the little sparrow die, and not long afterward it died too. I cried, I seemed to see the big sparrow's desperate eyes, I seemed to hear the big sparrow scolding me, I seemed to see the sad teardrops dripping from the big sparrow, I seemed to see the big sparrow's heart dripping with blood, I cried, I knew that the murderer must be me. I buried the bodies of the two sparrows with tears in my eyes, and also put two small flowers, the heart of the silent blessing ......
Until now I still remember the two sparrows, think of it my tears can not help but flow down again, from that day on, I vowed to always be kind to animals. This little thing will always give me caution, this little thing in my heart I will never forget!
G. Stories from My Heart Essay
In my heart, there is a god living in the sky, and he or she rules the world. If it is a goddess, I believe that she must have the beauty of Vieux Nas answer, the charm of Hera, and the wisdom of Athena! If it is a male god, I also believe that he must have Apollo's dashing, Ares's temperament!
In my mind, he or she is in the sky watching the sadness and happiness on earth. If there is something sad he (she) sheds tears and it rains. If it is a happy thing, he (she) will laugh and the sun shines.
In the spring, children take off their thick cotton coats and play happily under the general illumination of spring light, and God laughs happily in the sky!
In summer, the fiery red sun is the same fiery *** of God and the youth!
In the fall, God saw the farmers have been working hard for half a year, so he gave them a bountiful harvest of orchards, ripe crops!
And in winter, God sometimes covers the quilt to sleep, the earth will snow, the lovely silver-white pixies will dress up the earth into a silver world; but sometimes God is also not sleep, he or she with clear eyes to watch the lovely children play in the snow they sent, the heart is happier than the children!
I will always believe in the existence of God, and I will always hope that I will never grow up; adults are rigid and childless, and will only say that we children are too naive and childish. And we children should always keep our childishness, no matter what, those who have childishness will never grow old!
H. Essay The xxxxx in my eyes, write characters, 600 words
Zhuge Liang in my eyes
He, is the embodiment of wisdom, "straw boat lending arrows", "fire burning Red Cliff", "The Empty City Plan" these fabulous stories and he together in the long river of history shining brightly. He is a symbol of success, "three kingdoms covered by his achievements, and his name became eight positions". However, he met a person who couldn't help himself, leaving endless lamentations and sighs for the future generations.
He was originally just a hermit, he read the "non-temperance is not to be clear, non-tranquility is not to be far-reaching", plowing in Nanyang, and only want to think of "thrift to virtue, quiet to cultivate the body," the life. However, he is such a wise man, history will not let him disappear like a mayfly, so the interpretation of the "Three Gu Gu" story.
He was very resourceful. When he first came out of his hut, he burned Xinye, even under Cao Cao's "eight ***" of the first Xiahou Dun also fell into a mess and fled. He borrowed fog, straw boat borrowing arrows, no effort, let Zhou Yu's dream of framing him dashed, but also greatly frustrated Cao Cao's army. He has won many battles and made Sima Yi, who is one of the best in the Wei army, scared.
He was very wise and courageous. In the face of the 150,000 troops under the city, he still smiled and played the zither leisurely on an empty city. He is a man who has been in the world for a long time, and he is a man who has been in the world for a long time, and he is a man who has been in the world for a long time, and he is a man who has been in the world for a long time. Under the Mengjia Pass, for the cause of Liu Bei, he resolutely decided to go to convince Ma Chao to surrender, braving the light of swords and shadows. Although the last one is not him, I still have to admire his courage.
But after all, he is a human being, not a god, he also made mistakes. A Ma Su, a Wei Yan. The former is overstated, but he was entrusted with the use of, just because Ma Su read a bellyful of military books, talking about it; the latter is a rare talent, but he stubbornly believe that "the back of the head of the Yan have a backbone", always can not be used without suspicion. I'm afraid that in this regard, compared to Liu Bei and Cao Cao, he is a little inferior. He was too cautious, but he also met the "Anle Gong", even though he is "two dynasties of Kaiji old minister heart", but still can not help but make the world's heroes often have "tears full of lapel" lament.
This is the Zhuge Liang in my eyes - a helpless hermit, a hero with superhuman courage and outstanding military talent, a sad man who can not help but have regrets.