Walking

Dream back to the Three Kingdoms, wolf smoke.

In the autumn wind, I know that I have already stopped calling. The leaves are yellow, and the pieces fall in the autumn wind. I stood at the top of Mount Lu, watching the season change.

Suddenly, footsteps came from behind. Looking back, I saw that the man was holding a fan and was slowly coming. Careful observation, it turned out to be Zhuge Kongming. My heart beats faster. He walked over to me and said slowly: "Let's have a high-ranking visit in the mountains, is it yours?" I replied, "Mr. Yamano, let the gentleman laugh." He shook the fan and said: "Let's come all the way, see the scenery on the way is very good, can you deliberately accompany the light to go?" I was pleasantly surprised, Zhuge Kongming invited me to walk, naturally three lives fortunate. If you want to stop, you will reach out and make an elegant move. "Mr. Please!"

Walking on the mountain road, I took a closer look at him. I saw that his facial features were correct, and his head was one meter seven or eight. His eyes were firm and sharp, as if he could see through people at a glance. Stepping on the mottled tree shadow, I said: "Since the debut, the fire has burned the red wall, the tongue fights the Confucianism, borrows the wind to borrow the arrow, and the wisdom is Huarong, and the real Guan Zhongyi is normal." He gently swayed the fan and replied: "Liang is When the first master knows the grace of the encounter, he will voluntarily succumb to his life, and he will die." After listening, I silently praised him, and for his indifferent ambition, the confession was conquered, and he was admired for his loyalty.

Suddenly, the horseshoe dust, a whistle ride to report: "The prime minister, we have to go to Wuzhang original." Wuzhangyuan, Wuzhangyuan? This familiar name, such as a meteor across the brain, I suddenly felt a bang! Unsuccessful teacher Wuzhang was killed, his life flashed like a splendid meteor in the night sky, and disappeared.

I stood alone in the wilderness, looking at his back and drifting away, and fell into meditation...

Second day: Yang Bobin